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Apr 2015
By: Cedric McClester

Though the evidence was none to slim
They still went ahead and indicted him
Double ****** his charge read
Death to him the jury said
Although the charges made no sense
He failed to mount a good defense
He might have died no one denied
On the evidence that they tried

Thirty years on death row
And then they let him go
The time passed by so slow
There was no evidence to show
That even though he did the time
He was involved in the crime
Let’s call it justice or a sign
Of how slow sometimes the wheels can grind

An innocent man might have died
On the evidence that they tried
Which is what they often forget
When they become an advocate
For metering out state inflicted death
Like no other alternative is left
Even though some are guilt free
Of their charges don’t cha see

Thirty years on death row
And then they let him go
The time passed by so slow
There was no evidence to show
That even though he did the time
His involvement in the crime
Let’s call it justice or a sign
Of how slow the wheels can grind

See he read in God We Trust
Before his life got turned to dust
He was cuffed and taken away
Straight to death row for a stay
That lasted for all of thirty years
Which confirmed all his fears

Justice delayed is justice denied
He thought about it while he was inside
And not for nothing nobody cared
That the forensics just wasn’t there
They refused to review the evidence
That might have proved his innocence
So he had to be patient and keep his cool
Until he could get the Supreme Court to rule

Thirty years on death row
And then they let him go
The time passed by so slow
There was no evidence to show
That even though he did the time
His involvement in the crime
Let’s call it justice or a sign
Of how slow the wheels can grind

Justice delayed is justice denied
He thought about it while he was inside
And not for nothing nobody cared
That the forensics just wasn’t there
They refused to review the evidence
That might have proved his innocence
So he had to be patient and keep his cool
Until he could get the Supreme Court to rule




(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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