Injustice. Poem by Kenny Richey

[scotkaz]

Imprisoned on Death Row, running out of time
Robbed of my freedom, my life's no longer mine.

I was unjustly tried and convicted.
Physical and psychologically the injustice was inflicted.
Now sentenced to die, to an inhuman fate.
While outside the prison, American supporters await.

They will gather in groups, in cruel celebration
In vindictive excitement and virulent jubilation
They care not and are unconcerned, That I am an innocent man.
To them its just a sporting event and they're just eager sports fans.

Their excitement will mount at the appointed time of my death
As "Old Sparky" the chair steals my least breath.
With stentorian exultation, they will raise voice in great cheer.
Celebrating my execution,
like they would celebrate New Year.

[scotkaz]

Silence prevails in this dark lonely world
As my voice cries out alone and unheard.
Reaching out I grasp nothing but air,
Searching the darkness, finding only despair.

How long must I suffer, this torment and pain?
With each passing day, I feel I'm going insane.
Solitary confinement to a small concrete cell
This dark lonely world has become my own private hell.

In this nightmare I am forced to reside, while little by little
I feel myself dying inside.

[MXB]

Thanks scotkaz.