Classroom Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Classroom

I assume I can say classroom means washroom
With whiteboard and markers and the books
My dear…my teacher… ‘Of no use…'

One goes there, teacher comes and repeats
Book contents, theories…

Hey teacher…my dear…
Be honest talk to us of outside.

Outside is wild jungle…
The biggest wilderness…
Connections means success
Not knowledge…

Though learning works sometimes
But only in random, occasions…

Graduates in market are nothing but preys
Work is theirs and must take the orders
Commands are dense steams
In the cold, fresh pee's
In heads of bunch of a brainless crazy.

Abiding makes one feel like donkey
With head in a hay-sack, to the eyes.
Rejection makes things worse.

So tell me my teacher…my dear
Why should I come here to school?
Anything but being a prey
To owners, of school?