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The Softness of A Shadows
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Death Row

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Death Row
Humans waiting for repels, retrials, residents kept in a long corridor, leading to a black forgotten hole
Time to repent, forgive, yet, living on borrowed time for their soul
This is the most sensitive poem I’ve ever wrote
This topic alone can bring a lump to anyone's throat
The words Thy Should Not Kill
Immoral choices in one’s life, does Capital Punishment fit a Life or Death bill
Taking one’s breath away bringing their existence to an involuntary stand still
Sealing the presence of their fate
For some, this is such a controversial debate
But wait
 
I have to go on record, not meaning to strike a cord
You live by the sword you die by the sword
You are there on your own accord
Three square meals given, plus room and board
For crimes of nature, justice has deemed your presence to be hidden, completely ignored
Never to be restored
A topic for me to thoroughly explore
This narrative comes down to two sides, you decide
I’ll just provide the scenarios, not the whys
The parent writing the letters, and the parent whose tears fill her eyes
Most people would say, life without parole should be enough for a person who has misbehaved
 
Spare their life, surely, they can be saved
Nine months of life she birthed and gave
Kneeling in remembrance as she now lays flowers on a young grave
For a thug with a gun on the run
Priors, juvenile detention centers, incarcerated at a young age
Read from off a lengthily docket page
 
In court, the Defense hollers a plea
No, a mother emotional outburst drops her to her knees
He snatched my child’s fun, who was playing on the porch in the warm summer sun
Sentence him to death
For all the nights I held my son’s pillow and wept
Your Honor, my son is a good man
Yes, he has made many mistakes, and yes this crime he has been accused of, I understand
I raised him the best I can
To place him on death row is so unfair
It is a mother’s worst despair, an endless nightmare
A grieving mother has no rights
Heaven have given my son his angelic sights
 
Your son should be punished to the fullest extent of the law, and then sentenced to die
I will never wish death of a child to any parent, no lie
But my son is now confined to the sky
You son still breathes
My son is in a grave, who I shall never see
I feel your pain, I really do
However, take an exception too
 
Two women both in pain
Who would you blame
Death over Life
Both parents living with daily strife
Tears from the grave Tears glimpsed behind bars
Resolutions for both sides, close but no cigars, by far
One parent wishing on a star for her nightmare to have a worthless life end
One parent wishing for repeals, new evidence to finally kick in
 
If you were in this situation, how would you see this
My opinions are private, I have to be unbiased and dismiss
My answer deemed amiss
It’s a preconception topic on my wish list
As you ponder this poem
No judgments in vain, so keep your thoughts warm
Some issues in life I just refuse to say
However, if some have walked in these shoes, most will say, hell you have to pay
Needle to veins you are hoping for, as a preacher forgives sins as he prays
 
Yeah, thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Criteria for a new trial has been met
DNA does not match the accuser of the crime
Time taken away, expense of the taxpayers’ dime
Tears of joy
Tears of grief for a mama’s baby boy
No side wins
Therefore, my divine Hebrew Kings, please keep your nose clean and do not succumb to any sins

 

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