What has Ebay done? By: king45prime

The title is a question,
A quest to discuss on.
From me, the writer
To you, the reader.
Both here to appreciate but not to analyse the thought process of a teacher.

So what has EBay done?
There's a crime in the world,
With the larger population not wanting to address it.

Quick to point accusing fingers,
But fail to learn our lessons.
Blame it on ignorance but lack of knowledge makes the people perish.

Nobody wants to teach the little ones,
The old ones hide their failures by not teaching history
In a country where majority are carried away by wealth with the source being mystery
Short cuts can be taken so far the game can be won.

Many student look forward to being entertainers,
As it looks, like a sure source of income.
The Nigerian dream.
But because our elders have only spoken and not worked, there haven't been a Nigerian dream.
Leave Nigeria, thats the Nigerian dream.

I hear someone asking, what has Ebay done?, and how is eBay consigned by this National issue.

I was asked to write a poem for publication for the great Wole,
Something special, an Olé
But his struggles i admire but can't identify with,
I follow eBay and see what he has been trying to do with our kids.

How to hide something from these kids these days is to put it into ink,
But eBay is a finding them the roadmap so they all can think,
Only few people really want to teach.
But give it to eBayism,
Its everything that he is.

#eStreetwriter

Artwork By: Tatsuo Kawaguchi

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