The Unknown Prisoner Poem by Patrick Calleja

My last day has finally come
Ever since I've been locked up in this place
I've had all the time in the world
To think about what I had done
Now that my final day has come
I find no delight in what I had done
If I could go back to that time
I would do things a lot differently

I am not the man I once used to be
It is a pity that I shall not be given the chance
To prove to the world that I am a changed man
However I must pay for the wrong that I have done

However
It sickens me to know that my execution
Will be a means of entertainment to some people
Watching me from a glass window
On their comfy cushioned seats
Eating their popcorn, laughing
Watching me lying helpless on the table
Who are these people?
Are they there out of pity for me?
Perhaps not!
Are they there out of concern for me?
I think not!
My death will by a free ticket to a Saturday night show
And there's nothing I can do about it
Except look back deep into their eyes
And watch them be entertained

I'm paying for my mistakes
I'm paying with my life
But this is just inhumane
Taking someone's life
Then broadcasting it for the whole world to see
Are we no different to animals?
All I am is another number to the system
A number that is soon to be discarded

Maybe I don't deserve this life
If people find my death as such a relief
Maybe I should just go along with it
I'll give the whole world a show to see
I'll entertain them like never before

My time is now up
Enjoy the show,
The Unknown Prisoner