
Pray for the Innocent
We all know we will die
one day
off in the unforeseeable future.
So far away we can keep it
out
of our mental line of vision
while we are free to live our
lives on our own terms. We
are neither physically nor
mentally confined to a
cage,
told when to eat, when to sleep,
when we may feel the warmth of
sunshine on our upturned faces.
When we lie awake at night,
unable to sleep, we think about
our work or the little worries
we have like someone who did
us wrong that day but do we
consider the ultimate wrong of
an innocent lying in his 6×8 cell
night after long night,
waiting
and thinking of the poison that
will enter his veins and end his
life?
His life is finite in a way we can’t
imagine.
His day of death, determined.
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Read about The Innocence Project here.
zouxzoux, the rich don’t go to prison only the poor. I am against capital punishment. Thanks for this poem.
Pamela
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Very thought-provoking.
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Phew, I never thought of these people before, but I will pray for them now!
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Thanks for your comments. This isn’t a very popular subject but it’s been on my mind recently because of a story in our local news about a man who was falsely imprisoned for 18 years (part of it on death row).
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