Here I Am With Hope Alone

After many years I went to a school again
I sat at a desk to practice demanding
Now I should study for the day of examination
When I should defend my election
But alas, at this school
There are always some questions
Given from out of the lessons
And for every wrong choice
There are even more negative scores
Than there are positive scores for the right
And the ancient punishment stick
Is still in the corner of the wall
And no one will ask to what extent
I had the right to choose?

So my ink stained finger,
You have no other way
You have to write
Until you get arthritis
Because I didn't want
To do the easiest thing
I didn't want to sit
On the safe side, vote not,
And blame others.
Now here I am with hope alone

by Afrooz Jafarinoor

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A nice poetic imagination, Afrooz. Thank you very much,