A man seeks revenge,
A widow cries,
A death to avenge,
A lawyer that lies,
What shall we do?
We take a stand for what is right,
We look through proof with reason,
We seek to end a fight,
We send him to prison,
guilty, guilty guilty.
Who is the guilty one?
The man in the chair?
Or is it the father of this son?
Or is it the ones that never did care?
execution execution, execution.
Our job is done,
Two men are dead,
Justice has won,
All but one thing is said,
hypocrite, hypocrite, hypocrite.
in Texas they call it Lethal Injection to help an Inmate, with introspection, before they're released from their commuted sentence. take care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is what I was going to write. Sometimes Its not the murders fault, its the person that raises them. i was very impressied your remembered that hyporcite thing with lethal ingetion