Man on Death row
He sits in his cell solitaryhe knows what is to come
they say he refused the pastor
because the battle has already been won
not by him but his oppressor
the seeds unjustly sown
his heart loses resolve
as he has landed on death row
days go by warily
as if to remind him of his fate
he wishes death would come quickly
but they keep postponing the date
tired of not knowing if he will live to see tomorrow
his heart pumps on with hope
that someone will relieve him from this sorrow
and put that noose around his throat
lingering on with this sense of dread
the time may soon arrive
doubts consume his conflicted head
maybe he wants to stay alive
he pleads with the man in charge
to release him from this pain
with a release, an injection, an electric charge
or a bullet into the brain
the day arrives and he cant eat
his last meal has gone to waste
for he cant believe that medium-well done meat
would be the last thing he gets to taste
firing squad, the method of choice
for the death of a traitor it seems
but for a heart that only screams an innocent voice
through blurred eyes he sees the complete irony.
end.
Poetry by Steven Mawer
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Written on 2009-10-20 at 03:29
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