High ambitions are laid to waste
As the soul is crushed by dawning truth
Do we teach in vain? Do we preach?
Is it a worthy cause: to teach?
Little lies from mouths of babes
Frustration hurled from a tender age
Constant moaning, begging, and pleading
Am I losing the plot? My motivation is receding
I’m a teacher paid to teach
I’m a teacher – not a human
I lack emotion – I’m just a machine
Why respect machinary?
Why respect me?