Homage

by Mr. Money in the Bank

You were a mentor

Our teacher

Passing us the necessary lore,

Enthusiastic leader

You were the epitome,

From our never ending struggle

In our office which served as our home,

And a barrack from this raging battle

You were a figure

Chiseled with wit and skill

Without vice and leisure

With your precious and loving Chill

Now that you’re ‘out of the pigeon hole’,

Your presence is still felt

As a major character in our role

To strikes the students enemy with a belt
We will see each other again,

In our battlefieldWielding a pen,

And principle, as our invulnerable shield…

Published in banaag literary journal 2007, Black Tsokolate