The Ultimate Cure
Jay was his name, he had fallen from grace
without a warning, he was coming to face
the flipside of freedom, the chance to endure
a jailhouse consisting of little allure
morning had come, so early it was
his days they were closing, life not meant to last
with “lo and behold” they came to his cell
talking that nonsense of meals and farewell
of prayer and candor, of love and embrace
no longer it matters, his fate he must face
so long is the hallway, so short is the time
to get to the chambers where all things will rhyme
where minutes will feel like days without end
the nerves he must wear, so clear on his skin
farewell, say no more, a time to endure
this last ride to silence – the ultimate cure
- Death Row - A Bad Case for Mercy
In the first attempt of this year to abolish the death penalty, the Governor issued a number of decrees to the various state levels. He had designed some sort of early detection system, but it had failed due...
