The Execution Poem by Conley Murray

The Execution



He was calm his lawyers did say,
right up until that awful day.

While in the death chamber where he laid,
you wonder if he even thought to pray,
KNOWING that the death angel was well on its way.

They said he offered no remorse,
for that horrible, fearful course.

They said this was justice in a way,
for with his life he did pay.

Friday, March 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: sad
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