My Noose Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My noose

Have read of the authors
The artists and poets,
Journalists, researchers:
"Died alone and papers…"

I do not see me in
Any of those levels
But lot are my papers,
Plenty books, booklets!

Like when was student
Deconstruct for research.

Opening the boxes
Brings out books, papers
To see and encounter…

I took the words of hearts
Of the poor and cheated
By corrupt governments,
Rewrote with translate…

The council read and asked:
"Who the hell is devil? "
Then sharpened tip of pen
To inject in my neck.

As simple human
Was ready to be kind,
Unaware and blind
To corrupts of inside!

Consulate, officials
Rejected me, my wife,
And daughter that cried,
Said to them: "No, by law! "

I must sue these devils
As soon as am settled
Far, near Vancouver
In shanty or suburb…