Now listen all, who hear so well
About the tale we have to tell
One oft' ignored and tossed aside
Yet vital for all who abide
Death is a subject most of us fear
What lays beyond isn't quite clear
Criminals sentenced to end their life
Fill some with hope, others with strife
Those helpless, or who have been framed
Are confined to this fatal game
A terminal - where there's no way out
To explain or to clear a doubt
How many innocent have lost their all
Set up or mistaken, they took the fall
If time was given, they might be saved
Instead to this fate, they are enslaved
Sacrificed, when some are unaware
Whether or not the judge is fair
Who'll choose based on power or race
Or if wealth would takes his place
Meant to steer people away from crime
Yet that doesn't happen most of the time
It seems a life spent in a cell
Is to them, far worse than hell
With death, there's no chance to reform
No room to attempt to conform
To reverse all that has been done
So in the end - no one has won
It's not our place to judge man's fate
Leave that to God - He'll set the date
Those who are wrong, we can't deny
But it's not fair to let them die.
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