Wrong On So Many Levels

implicated for a crime he did not commit fighting an endless and hopeless battle unsure of who conspired aganist him guilty of being black innocent soul forced to be corrupt mind racing and searching for relief heartbeat slowing down raped and tortued by inmates and guards forced into a world where hell is home wanting nothing but a fair trial tears turn to rage while days turn to years no visits no commissary thrown into confinement four grey walls no bed naked and alone marinating in feces while surviving on dirty urine fed humility on a tray of spit and sperm why does the system fail us so many innocent lives wasting away living and lost on the green mile once an everyday working man now becomes a man's woman violated in mid-evil ways betrayed by his flesh and blood wanting to end it all now just to be free once again living inside his world of what if's escape is through his prayers life leaves him to die a slow death alone and afraid of what lurks outside having to swallow more than his pride looking forward to that fateful day when the needle filled with hate will slowly enter his veins and take him away