They bring him in with shackles
Surrounding his hands and feet
The look of stone that covers his face
When they say his life is complete
Death is not a choice
Or a blessing in disguise
But a consequence of the pain you inflict
To bring about your demise
His anguish will be a comfort
To a family torn apart
By the death of a cherished member
That survives now in their hearts
Wishing he could undo
All that he has done
For the sake of sparing his own life
Or for fear of dying alone
Heaven cannot help him now
For he has made his final stand
To dwell forever and a day
In the house of the Eternal Damned

By Lisa Caraglio

This poem is dedicated to all those on death row.
May they learn from their mistakes and beg God for his forgiveness.