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