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He was not without sin But his hands were clean The only blood on his soul his own And now he is Old man on death row Aging faster than the fools around him Does he believe that there is any justice in the world? If there is, it is not reserved for him Dead man sits Fifteen minutes to seven Dead man walks Five minutes to midnight Dead man lies His final quiet pleads and requests scream injustice to the people Perhaps a thousand miles or less away Cop killer laughs Veritas, Aequitas Just because it’s a Dead Language doesn’t make it meaningless Man Perhaps with no Thump in his chest Perhaps confused a little Perhaps not noticing the pure white Thump next to him Flips switch Nails man to the cross of corruption And now there is a murderer in the room Dead man sleeps Those lungs which gave wind to such wisdom Collapse That heart that beat with an Iron Innocence Slowly bleeds no more And now Georgia is heartless Eyes of hope that saw themselves killed Twenty years ago Glitter, shimmer, flow, run down A cheek of a ****** colour With federal crosshair tattooed upon it Then dull Libra, chained, looks away Governor nods in satisfaction and corrupt pride Broken scales lie on the floor of his office Troy Davis is dead The World Weeps
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC
Troy Davis is Dead, The World Weeps
He was not without sin But his hands were clean The only blood on his soul his own And now he is Old man on death row Aging faster than the fools around him Does he believe that there is any justice in the world? If there is, it is not reserved for him Dead man sits Fifteen minutes to seven Dead man walks Five minutes to midnight Dead man lies His final quiet pleads and requests scream injustice to the people Perhaps a thousand miles or less away Cop killer laughs Veritas, Aequitas Just because it’s a Dead Language doesn’t make it meaningless Man Perhaps with no Thump in his chest Perhaps confused a little Perhaps not noticing the pure white Thump next to him Flips switch Nails man to the cross of corruption And now there is a murderer in the room Dead man sleeps Those lungs which gave wind to such wisdom Collapse That heart that beat with an Iron Innocence Slowly bleeds no more And now Georgia is heartless Eyes of hope that saw themselves killed Twenty years ago Glitter, shimmer, flow, run down A cheek of a ****** colour With federal crosshair tattooed upon it Then dull Libra, chained, looks away Governor nods in satisfaction and corrupt pride Broken scales lie on the floor of his office Troy Davis is dead The World Weeps
This Poem, Written through tears, is for everyone who stood up for Troy’s innocence, I just wish I could have done more.
bob-horton
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bob-horton
English
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC
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