They Were Wrong All Along
Mother,
Can you save me
from what they have
did and done?
Murder,
mischief,
congregating
I’ve misplaced my gun
Melt away
the steel re-bar
that now surrounds
your son
Oh,
Mother
will I get life
or just be hung?
Father,
Can you rid me
of my chaos
and my dreams?
Hand me back
my childhood
‘least back then
were better things
Take away
my cell mates,
wash away their
brutal stings
Oh,
Father,
get this case
appealed for me!
Mother,
Should this letter
find you safe
and doing well,
Know that
I’m no longer
living in my
private hell
Last night
after dinner
I returned back
to my cell
Tied the noose,
kicked out the chair
and ended
tales to tell
Father,
Should this letter
get to you before
Mom’s comes
Let her know
I’m innocent,
I came across
my gun
Tommy
lifted prints off mine
to prove
it could be done
Please,
tell her
they were wrong
all along...
2007-12-14
04:59:51
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4 answers
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asked by
TrollHunter
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in
Poetry