poetry by j matthew waters

sentenced to another life

he had no soul
at least that is what he declared
to anyone who would listen

years ago the courts
took away his civil rights
having buried five of his bullets
six feet below the surface

anniversaries prove to be difficult
in the mass murder era
but birthdays are forever celebrated

judge & jury agreed with his own
making a permanent recording
of a life that was soon to end

april two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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