I am the child of today, your teacher
of tomorrow
If you think I come bridled with your
thoughts, think again, I am saddled
with the vision of truth striding into the
break of dawn
Confident of victory
If you think I will be muzzled, pushed
and penned, huddled and threatened
Think again
I will speak in muted silence
Defiant as the wind
I am your child smothered with yeste
day’s past exhumed like a comet-celestial
I come reaching for tomorrow’s joy
Naked as a lit candle stick
And tall as a flame
— Noel Moses
and then