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
Copyright © Brandy Megens | Year Posted 2009
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