Dangers Of A Prison Poem by Naveed Akram

Saving a sentence requires bad light,
Enough of the prison is alight;
May fortune save us once tonight,
Like the fires of heaven and hell.
Please us with something, with headroom,
And the whole class spans a generation
Of teaching, a whole school of history.
The board is mounted by the teachers,
And the board is a bored person,
Waiting for the dangerous act of treason.
Teach the right queue the right tricks,
Pulling a punch will not do any good.
May the light at the end of this be glad,
Loathing an apple, destroying a bridge.