Court Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Court

They called us
Sent letters with the names
And the wards, even date, time of day
And of the course the address

Some like me unaware
What words meant on letter
Went inside asked question of expert
They were prompt: "here, there, upstairs"

A young man at the gate: "They're at lunch, come later."

New man: "Come, enter."

And we all
Savages, animals
(When running to a pond)
Grabbed seats, and sat down
Waited till came the call for the ward

I as one
Confused
Feeling lost
Chose a bench
First-timer, unaware
I was wrong; there was line
In my heart, in my mind, I smiled

As sky has stars I had thoughts:
"I hate courts; court is court and has judge."

I always see police as handcuff
(Which I hate)
It raises a question: "who is right, who is wrong? "
"What is base, who makes laws? "
Sympathy, empathy, and questions rush to fight.

Finally, forgiven, I was fined for speed; rest write-off.