The Visitor! Poem by James McLain

I railed at them in vain, it was if I spoke to them in some
foreign language.
How could I prevail against a charge I did not do?
To my own defense I testified, it was by they proffered.
Locked in a small cell inside the county jail.
Cut down in my prime, cut down like fresh mown Weat.
Furried off to where men wait in Florida on death row.
Here there were no wall's just chain linked fence topped
with razor wire, everything moved so slow except my life.
Two life sentences drains the wind from in one's sail's.
Life was cheap and no one cared the guards were just as bad.
I moved from job to job just to be by a window where I
could see the fence I could never touch.
Plotting to be free though no one here had ever escaped.
Seeing men stab each other with their flesh I couldn't hide.
Do you see my plight,
how can you begin to understand what you never felt or saw?
I could never understand how on direct appeal the Judge's
couldn't see what should have never been.
After seven year's they brought me back and one Judge
she did agree that I was not given a fair trial.
So I said what they wanted to hear and then they let me out.
But the pain inside my head won't go away, I made a child.
What men do to one another proves that there is no God.
Where some inside that fence have long since died.
I've been out for almost twenty year's!
It seems like life.