Just Plain Wrong
people stood behind the glass
staring at him with gnashing teeth
intent upon his death.
He saw red, angry eyes absent of all
Thought except vengeance,
Yet, in those eyes was a spark of
questioning-
As he was stared down by those ripe
with revenge- why him? He still
couldn't understand
His every move felt worse and
worse.
the people behind the glass looked
like monsters.
Lacking clarity, he still didn't
understand when two uniformed
men took him to a small room.
the room where all the most horrid
and evil people were seated
Luckily they were on the other side
of the glass! He knew they would
hurt him bad if given the chance
The uniforms pushed him down
into his own chair, strapping him in
tight- still not understanding why.
Looking up he saw the evil faces
started to grin-
Oh! It was just a joke all for him!
They weren't mad!
He sat there feeling better, smiling
and starting to say hello -
He heard a buzzer
And that was the end.
A. Green
Written for the many innocent
souls on death row.
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