Death Row

I asked my neighbor where is your son
She said she let him free
To roam and play, enjoy the day, to be who he can be.

I cannot keep him home she said- because he is a child
After all he is a little boy and that means he will play wild.

That was 5 years ago and now that young boy’s tamed
To limited space, a sad-angry face
And a number that’s his name…

He no longer has his freedom to roam – or even enjoy the day
But instead is directed by the guard who tells him what time he has to play….

He is now awaiting for the day he will be laid to rest
The time and month when the electrical cords will be strapped upon his chest…

He spends every night asking God to forgive him of his sins
For killing mom, dad and poor Annie- Lynn

That little boy she let astray now sleeps alone
And calls a place named “Death Row” as his last and final home…

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Is a powerful piece describing the lack of discipline, guidance and control of our young children. A perfect metaphor of the path walked by many of our uncontrolled children of today. A powerful piece for anyone connected to children.

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