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what he must have felt as he walked sluggishly down that

cool stark hall

my eyes dart passed his eyes to try and see what he

obviously saw

nothing but a cold, leather chair, a stone floor

and a weathered wall

what demons from his past does he now recall

how insignificant he must seem and even a little small

was he screaming inside as they systematically shaved

his raven winged head

did all prayers of forgiveness to God from his soul

fall on the ears of the dead

did he feel anymore than that as he prepared to be so

painfully executed

and to such form of death were his past cut throat

deeds supremely suited

did he know any of the answers to questions that were

bound to be asked as to why?

did he feel obligated to tell the truth or instead

fabricate an aura of mystery to cover the lie

did his austere face read the shock absorbed as they

released storage of viciously violent volts

can any jury today justify the killings at this one man's hands

by fitting his body with such a deafening

juice that jolts

are we truly today any better than the Salem Witch Hunters

stranded in their recorded and troubled time

should capital punishment today be the end answer to

certain selected instances of brutally homicidal crime

I may not have the best reasons for asking but with this

being America, The Beautiful

I feel gives me the freedom to do as well as the right

and in that steadied state of mind I must ask you

my compassionate fellow man for each ever sole sinful

soul should we United not fight..................

(written July 18,1992 pm)