So many years, behind firm bars
My self, ruthlessly laid to waste
And still, deliverance seems afar
Though death draws near in haste
For I’m, after all, an innocent man
Unjustly accused, of a dire crime
Despised so, for another’s wrong
Sentenced to die before my time
I cannot help, but question God
Why I suffer, this undue torment
Whilst many, viler men than I
Exhort me, for my sin, to repent
And then there are a few who hope
That my fate may be undone yet
With faith, in truth’s eventual triumph
On the unfair system, they’ve bet
But what they fail to note, is this
My guilt, indeed, was presumed
And the moment, I was confined
That very instant, I was doomed
So, I shall let them take my life
And embrace death, without a sigh
Knowing well, I am neither the first
Nor the last one, like this, to die
But let me ask the keepers of law
A pertinent question while I still can
Do you not become, murderers all
If because of you dies an innocent man?
-Kartik Shastry
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