Issue 5, April 2008

Locked in a cell with nothing but pain
Thoughts of injustice running though my brain
Sitting on Texas Death Row waiting to die
For a crime I’ve not done. . . you might ask why!
How did it start; where will it end?
Why did this horrible nightmare begin?
Why did she lie and condemn me to death?
I’ll ask this question with my last breath!
I understand she was scared and alone
But to blame it on me was wrong!
So now I lay behind these concrete walls and steel
Waiting for justice all on my appeal.
Kept in solitary confinement in this man made hell
Empty inside no longer a man, only a shell
Missing my children all these years
Shattered dreams, lost hopes, silent tears.
Angry for all the wasted years I’ve lost
Found Faith for that Man on the cross.
If not for the Lord to help ease the pain,
The cruelness of this place would drive me insane.
When my day comes and it’s my turn to go
There’s something I want everyone to know
Life is short and often tragic
Find the Lord, you’ll find life’s magic!
God Bless you and me