Poetry

Last Mile for Johnny

written by: UsKidsKnow

On an island away from society
Is an prison where death is it's priority
Where we kill to teach that Killing is wrong

And in cell thirteen lies the loveable man John
Playing his harmonica, his last song
A meal layed out in front of him

The cell mates all stare at the favorible feast
They dont care if it was made by beasts
They just see ol' Johnny not eating it

Poor Johnny cant stand to look at it
Doesnt want to be by it
His mind is elsewhere

Paying for a crime he never commited
But it was his soul that got submited
He was just at the wrong place at the wrong time

The withered guards, they take him away
Poor Johnny had nothing to say
He was praying in his head

As they strap his hands, his feet to the chair
The new guard cant stop and stare
at the cruelty before him

The ancient minister begins to pray
The sky turns from blue to grey
The clock ticks by deafly

Sitting in his seat
Johnny starts to feel the heat
Theirs a burning in his feet
His heart skips a beat
Before the flip is turned on

The crowd they watch and stare
As Johnny dies, so unfair
No one really cares

His death is from greed and power
On his grave is an apologetic bouquet of flowers
The only apology anyone will recieve