Noose Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Noose

We have all once or more
Said something without want
Meaning good saying wrong

Noose for me was the word
Though it sounds scary; be ready
Story-heavy-load better told

In hell’s class I taught tongue
Students were victims behind bars
For theft or murder or a fight

On a board I drew ‘This is Noose’
One student was called; a loud voice
He was told pack go to wait-room

It was cell to ready for hanging
Or maybe forgiven; owner of blood
Pay the fee or no fee and get out

I punched me and cried ‘Stupid
Couldn’t you forget noose be silent? ’
In two days I saw him once again

Neither killed nor freed but again
Back in same Prison; waiting hell