Execution Of Guilty Innocence Poem by Gregory Huyette

Confused, confined, condemned, a boy awaits his death.
That moment when eternity will choke his nervous breath.
The jury said it's murder, no doubt the first degree.

Now there's but one answer ............ the final penalty.
His claim: the world is wrong as anyone can see.
Because of jibes and taunts, he never could be free.

Now justice must be served and the law satisfied
So this youth was caught and then duly tried.
As straps tighten, rage again grips this young man

As he thinks of his one friend he'll never see again.
The last words he'll ever speak are lost in fleeting time.
As seconds tick, he shrieks, 'you all helped me with this crime.'

A lever falls; then silence fills the dismal light.
This murderer now has passed.
Is such a troubled boy with you tonight?