A Parole Hearing For A Murderer Poem by Donna Nimmo

So you’re eligible for parole in two- thousand and thirty three
The woman you raped and tortured to death can never be
You’re in prison and living free and eating good meals
The precious life you took didn’t get such good deals

If you’re good in prison you might finally be free
I hope you still hear her screams and dying plea
I hope you still see her tortured frail body in your mind everyday
It’s still sketched in mine, no matter how much I pray

Why should you ever be free, when she is gone forever
It was your turn to rob and kill, you thought you were so clever
You lowered yourself to all man kind the day you murdered my aunt
She was a kind elderly lady, your freedom I hope they don’t grant

I still see your face in that court room, looking oh so tough
I hope your new life haunts you too, that the going gets rough
She wasn’t your only victim, you made me your victim too
You made many victims and probably don’t have a clue

The images they showed in court, I’ll never be able to forget
No matter how long you live in prison, you can never pay this debt
She will never have to look at you, in heaven is where she lives
You are a thief of lives and heaven is where ones love gives!


Dedicated to my aunt Lois Hunter murdered mothers day 2003
By Dogs4donna


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