Honked Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Honked

Having been a teacher
As well as student
I know the class size
Average and the right;
(Am against forty-nine.)

Therefore, I agree with
Going on strike…

I saw them in the cold
Picketing on roadsides;
I was not one of them
But I could sympathise
Simply with the honk.

Saw them wave in return
While dressed for winter,
Wearing caps and mittens.

Talked with some students
"So many is too much;
The bullies play games
And no one can question; "
Was the conclusion…

What is damn Ford doing?

He collects the tax but
Sees money, nothing else
He sure is our Donald.

"Why don't you open eye? "
I want to tell him but
He is not worth my time!

Best to do is to honk
For teachers in the line
Picketing for the right
Number of students
To fit inside class
(Maximum twenty-eight!)