Ladies of death.
They sit and they wait.
With years of tears, they’re awaiting a date.
Strung out like dirty laundry, they’re waiting for cleansing.
The dusty haze as lights go out.
Heading for heaven, Nirvana or hell.
Corrupted system as no man can tell.
Slamming of cell doors.
Rattling of keys.
Pleas for clemency.
Pleas all ran out.
May justice be done, before their last breath.
Before the setting of this their final sun.
Pray let all the evidence be fitting.
Before the eyes of God the Father.
Openly honest, a proven conviction.
IN MEMORY OF FRANCES NEWTON.
EXECUTED AT HUNTSVILLE 2005
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