Capital Punishment – From the Eyes of a Hangman
By Radhika Agrawal
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By Radhika Agrawal
Of haunted
eyes,
And every man that dies.
Of remorse and penance,
And a guilty conscience.
Of an empty life,
Only full of dread.
Of living in fear
Of what lies ahead.
The words rang in my head,
Another guilty, made it nine.
But as I looked up at the prisoner,
His guilt doubled up with mine.
And every man that dies.
Of remorse and penance,
And a guilty conscience.
Of an empty life,
Only full of dread.
Of living in fear
Of what lies ahead.
The words rang in my head,
Another guilty, made it nine.
But as I looked up at the prisoner,
His guilt doubled up with mine.
When I walked
down my street,
Their stares bore holes in me.
But they wouldn’t meet my eye,
Afraid of what they’d see.
Their stares bore holes in me.
But they wouldn’t meet my eye,
Afraid of what they’d see.
Yet another
night
Of nightmares and shame.
And the morning that followed
Told me reality was the same.
Of nightmares and shame.
And the morning that followed
Told me reality was the same.
They say that
one criminal dead
Is one criminal gone.
But with every man I hang,
A criminal in me is born.
Is one criminal gone.
But with every man I hang,
A criminal in me is born.