The Executioners Of Death Row Poem by Amy Fifita

When you shoot, to make someone die,
You drug them so terror is not in their eyes.
They cannot say a word or scream and shout,
But they feel the pain they can’t let out.

When you shoot, they fall to the ground,
They feel the pain, but make no sound.
Dosed with drugs they cannot speak,
Unlike shown misery, pain is not weak.

You drug them so they have no expression,
You drug them so you can’t see their depression.
You do this so you can’t see,
The pain you caused that you let be.

Some deserve it, others don’t,
They need fighting for, but you won’t.
Why judge them by their past, when they need help?
When they truly change, this, you doubt.

Although some won’t change, never will do,
Think of the pain they’ve all been through.
You drug them to numb your guilt,
The guilt from the blood you have spilt.