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
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