Death Penalty Poems - Poems about Death Penalty

...In the visiting room evening's ebony is shellacking everything. He sits across from me at the sable-shaded table, in shades, pours black coffee pungent as the Gauloises he smokes, his sun-starved ......Read the rest...

...The death penalty, a practice rooted in antiquity, continues to evoke controversy and ethical dilemmas in modern society. Despite its purported role in deterring crime and administering justice, the ......Read the rest...

...shedders shards hover if there is not a purpose~ life has no meaning limb amputation your life left in a child's hand~ a burden you are soul shattered remains, where did eternal love go~ ......Read the rest...

...There are words that I want to say to the corrupt judges But I am too civilized and decent to put them on paper Most judges in this mess have their brain on crutches They collude with double-deali......Read the rest...

...(Oscar Wilde wrote that long poem "The Ballad of Reading Gaol" in 1897, quoted here. In it, a man met his death; for some decades the UK has not had the death penalty.) ......Read the rest...

...Justice,  I remember fallacious accusations of some Pharisees and scribes who were pushed by their leaders so that they could bump of  Christ Jesus. Some of them could say loudly " He was sayi......Read the rest...

...Recluse by dint of circumstance Proud anonymous troglodytes forerunners of mine confronted threats less horrific than forty fifth commander in chief of United States of America. He/him (ma......Read the rest...

...They never solved the murder. Though the crazy woman at number nine said it was the husband. This was ruled out in the early stages of the investigation. At some point, they did talk to the ......Read the rest...

...is it weird that every psychopath had no feelings about the death penalty or life sentences we should find away to induce empathy then execute them or inprism them sorry i liked the sound of i......Read the rest...

...He/him (ratty, scrawny, and tetchy ugly villain) scurried into dark recesses of hermitage averse to cavort, frolic, inure himself into the duplicitous schemes capitalized, glorified, popular......Read the rest...

...The Titanic played its music Right up till the end The band played on in the predawn hours ......Read the rest...

...My name is Paul Carter and I want to tell you my tragic story About the wrong path I chose in life, that wasn't one of glory I was born in the state of Maine in the coastal town of Kittery It ......Read the rest...

...Words fail me When I think About the abortion law In Texas That effectively bans abortion And empowers vigilantes To enforce their new Taliban like decree And I think of new restrictions......Read the rest...

...Irelands uprising in ninteen sixteen was crushed by the state The ringleaders were arrested and death would be their fate Charged with the crime of treason against the British Crown Fifteen me......Read the rest...

...the swinging swings of the ups and downs of the unbalanced scales of justice now hang stilled and suspended in bigoted air anchored by the selfish weight of the 5th amendment privilege that re......Read the rest...