Electric Chair

(This is a fictional poem) I'm really frightened because I'm about to die in this electric chair. I was convicted for a murder I didn't commit and that wasn't fair. Somebody killed a little girl and then took her body and hid it. Because she was found on my land, the cops assumed that I did it. When they throw that switch, I will fry. The real killer is going free while I'm about to die. If the world is this ignorant and cruel, it might be better that I'll no longer be a part of it. The people responsible for putting me in this chair can take their justice system and shove it.