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Electric Chair

Poetry By: RJohnson

Tags: Poem


Submitted:Jan 10, 2008    Reads: 121    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I'm really frightened because I'm about to die in this electric chair.

I was convicted for a murder I didn't commit and that wasn't fair.

Somebody killed a little girl and then took her body and hid it.

Because she was found on my land, the cops assumed that I did it.

When they throw that switch, I will fry.

The real killer is going free while I'm about to die.

If the world is this ignorant and cruel, it might be better that I'll no longer be a part of it.

The people responsible for�putting me in this chair can take their justice system and shove it.


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