By Ronald W. Clark, Jr.

Death row is a place

Where a man is disgraced.

Where flies don’t land

And birds don’t sing

Where there is no love

Where one seeks love

But cannot find

For people truly feel

We’re a waste of time.

So you sit in your cage

Day after day

And watch your life

Waste away.

You have no hopes

You have no dreams

You have no meaning

It surely seems.