After Flood Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

After Flood



After flood

The title of article had a familiar word
Execution
I have experience with this ugly word.

Noose
Happened to be the word that I taught
In prison
He had committed murder, an incident
And in line
To be executed unless forgiven…

Prisoner was called to isolation, preparation
For death
He was my student, his last night, unless…

I hated myself, so wished the noose was
Around my neck
Cursing myself, I hated that word, taught.

Now acquainted
With sorrow and pains of the others, I
Read the article.

She has four children, some left her
Husband executed
She needs help; hands keep distance
From criminals’
Families who are in their own hells
Already.

Tear drops race from inhumanity; dry
On my cheeks, as if the mountainside
After hard flood.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: empathy
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