They call me teacher

   by Carol Sanger

They follow me like children
and fight for my affection as if 
that will help them learn. 
Differences rise like mountains
because they have not understood a thing.
They are impatient, yet 
they call me teacher. 
They wait to be served.
They are never hungry.  
How easy it would be to pluck  
prejudice from their stony minds! 
It might save the world a lot of trouble. 
They call me teacher.
I teach. I’m not a magician.