Lawful Death
Lawful Death
By: Daniel LaFata
“Sentenced to death” rings out in the courtroom
A criminal sentenced to legal doom
462 days left to live, the countdown begins
A man being punished for his sins
Tears fall to ground on the defendant’s side
While the victims families release a sigh room wide
This man got justice the prosecutor states
While the defendant denies his inevitable fate
Strapped into the prison van, on way to death row
Rain drizzles and his head stays low
The walk to the his cell is the longest ever
So begins his final endeavor
Months pass as the reality sets in
This can’t be true, his head begins to spin
They call this justice? His mother sobs
She says Murder is not justice his life is being robbed
As his final hours near
He finally understands the definition of fear
His armed habbed with a needle that will bring death
He closes his eyes and breathes his last breath
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