Noose And Me Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Noose and me

I beg you to kill me,
As soon as am eighty,
Not to do what he did!

As one team, we, three,
Had gone to accomplish,
The job, ordered by him.

Dense hedges of green,
Gate, Metal on Bearings,
Tall walls with electrics,
Had fences around him.

Mistrusts his neighbor,
And suspects the others,
He speaks as master,
Ordering some slaves!

Claimed to have degrees,
From many universities.

Is in love with Trump,
Has money, is well off,
Buys to sell, land, plots:
"Shall I care? Not at all! "

He looked at Andrew,
(Caucasian, white, a pale:
Come on in and observe!)

But treated Lincoln,
Our colleague, African,
Using the worst comment:
"You do not understand! "

Was that race, racism?
Or because of his age?
Or killing mother earth,
For making more Dollars?

I was lynched in the dark!