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Execution

Ann had killed two men, for that she was fated to
die, there had been many appeals, they were in
vain; the governor too, not a man of much emotion,
had turned his manicured thumbs down.

Ann had been in our prison, five years now and had
become a friend and it was us, her keepers, whose
task it was to end her life, this woman who felt safe
in our jail, but she had brutally killed two men.

She asked us to be in the death room with her and
we spoke to her as she was injected with lethal drugs
and slipped away. A murderess that had killed her
father and brother, but refused to tell anyone why.

I was alone in the office when the phone rang,
the governor himself on the line, it was his birthday
and if it wasn’t too late her life could be spared.
“Too late? Ok! A killer, guess she deserved to die.”

poem by Oskar Hansen
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I Killed The Cat

damn i killed the cat
i can't believe it
a well placed kick killed
the cat yet no remorse
wait is that a smile
yea peaceful nights now
you waking up for cats yea
but no its not your life to take
you killed a living thing
it only a cat
there no where near extinction
so you have no problem
no the kids loved it
how do i explain it to them
ooh bury it and say it ran away
but they will be sad
sad! what sad face never killed
no one but my boot did
it collided in its tiny skull
it moaned till it pass
my god i killed the cat
i killed the cat

poem by Robert Roberts
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Jack's Confession Sonnet

Jack O'reilly:

Father I think you can guess why I left
I was only fifteen years old that time
nobody knew me, it wasn't for theft
I had to leave Manchester, for my crime
was exactly what you are thinking now
it was no coincidence, Lucas died
and it is clear to me your thinking how
Lucas had to go, all true to us tried
but nobody knew me I was a boy
my father never wanted me to fight
I took his gun and used it like a toy
I killed Lucas and I did what was right
because he killed my dad, I moved away
four years ago, I confess death that day.

poem by Daniel McCann
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The Immortals

I killed them, but they would not die.
Yea! all the day and all the night
For them I could not rest or sleep,
Nor guard from them nor hide in flight.

Then in my agony I turned
And made my hands red in their gore.
In vain - for faster than I slew
They rose more cruel than before.

I killed and killed with slaughter mad;
I killed till all my strength was gone.
And still they rose to torture me,
For Devils only die in fun.

I used to think the Devil hid
In women’s smiles and wine’s carouse.
I called him Satan, Balzebub.
But now I call him, dirty louse.

poem by Isaac Rosenberg
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Jack Ketch

I was only sixteen, when I was seduced
By a woman of thirty-three,
The Governor's wife at the Prisoner's Ball
And she offered to dance with me,
I blushed, I stammered, and hung my head
But she moved with a fluid grace,
She took my hand for the Colonel's Waltz,
And squeezed in a warm embrace.

I did the odd job at the prison then,
Just sweeping and cleaning the yard,
Carrying messages round each wing
But nothing you'd call too hard,
I'd sometimes go to the Governor's House
To help with the garden there,
And I'd see his wife, sweet Caroline,
As she sunned herself in a chair.

She would lie in that part of the garden
Shaded cool by an apple tree,
Reading a book in her cozy nook
Taking little account of me,
Or so I thought, 'til the day she sought
Me out at the Prisoner's Ball,
When she whispered things in my ear that night
And pinned me close to the wall.

I was just a boy, and she wanted a toy to
Play with when she was bored,
She egged me on in the garden shade
While I just felt overawed,
Then I heard that she was expecting, and
She cut me out of her life,
She played that part so wonderfully well,
The dutiful Governor's wife.

A boy was born in the early spring
And they christened him Billy Cole,
I wasn't allowed near a yard of him
And it ate deep into my soul,
I watched him grow from a distance then,
But she finally got me the sack,
She told the Governor I'd been spying
Whenever she lay on her back.

The years went by and I got me a trade,
But I lived right next to the Jail,
I'd watch them motor right by me then
And I felt myself turn pale,
They looked so fine in their motorcade,
With the windows wound right down,
My son grew tall by the prison wall
As the weeks and the years rolled round.

The hard times came, the hard times went,
I needed some extra pounds,
The government service advertised,
I applied, and they asked me round,
I must have done well in their questionnaire
For I got the job in the end,
They would call me, give me a time and place
And expect me to attend.

I didn't speak of my duties then,
It wasn't considered 'form',
It was only once in a purple moon
The official summons came,
I kept my secret and nobody asked,
I worked at my trade by day,
Then every so often the phone would ring:
'I'm sorry, I'm called away! '

For twenty years I held my peace,
But followed my Billy Cole,
I drank in the bars where he would drink,
Sat deep in a corner stall,
I watched him mixing in company
I'd have warned him of, if I could,
But whenever I plucked the courage up
My tongue would turn to wood.

I heard his name start cropping up
With a gang in the old East End,
His mouth had taken a surly look
And he seemed like he needed a friend,
But his eyes were hard as the hardest flint
And his cheek was scarred to the bone,
He carried a blade and a razor strop
So I left him well alone.

His mother, Caroline, sought him out
And begged him to go with her,
I heard him laugh in a quick retort:
'Go home to the Governor?
You must be mad, ' he told her then,
He's not been a father to me! '
And Caroline cried, and dabbed at her eyes
While I watched from under a tree.

I turned away - 'Too late, too late, '
I thought, 'if she'd only seen
That blood was thicker than water...'
But all that was a might-have-been.
The tears sprang as I walked away
And rolled at my cheek, undone;
The dye was cast and the lad was lost
Before I could find my tongue.

He killed a man in a brawl one day,
Over some cards that lied,
Was wrestled down to the floor and held
For the constable outside,
They took him down to the holding cells
And charged him there on the spot,
'It's Murder One, my lad, you'll need
All the guile that your lawyer's got.'

He went in front of the Bailey, where
The balance of justice stands,
The trial was over before he looked
On down at his trembling hands,
The Judge came back, put on the cap
So black, right over his head,
Delivered the dreaded few words that he heard,
And those were... 'hanged by the neck...'

I got to visit him only the once, down
Where the condemned man waits,
He scowled as I stood by the door, and said:
'Have you come with your measuring tapes? '
I said, 'No son, but I had to come,
To right a very old wrong...
By God in heaven, I'll tell you now -
I'm your father, and you're my son! '

I wept, he wept, and I left him there
To pay for his terrible crime,
And I... I took to my bed just then,
Pulled all the curtains and blinds,
A week, two weeks, I was woken then
With a summons, time and a place,
So I packed a bag in the early hours
Took up my travelling case.

At dawn, I walked through the prison yard
Was shown through the bars and gates,
I spread my gear in an empty cell,
And opened my travelling case,
They brought him down with the chaplain then
So brave, but a little sad,
As I pulled the hood down over his eyes,
I swear that he called me - 'Dad! '

24 September 2008

poem by David Lewis Paget
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The World Of Killers

a killer to killed by a gun
when he counting a body of one his murder
a killer with a gun
behind our killer under sun
she have seen his job
she looked at him and his murder
she shot a bullet to his heart
he died
she looked at his blood
two murder in the park
one killer above them
looked at them
and again she killed with a gun
one killer hidden behind the wall
he killed her
with a snip
snipper behind the wall on the roof
looked at bodies in the park
he died too
with a bomb
into his bag

killer after killer
to killing oldest killers
the wild world
with the killers
requested one human between this animals
this killers

poem by Aidin Azarkerdar
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They Killed Them!

my hero when i was a kid
was Crazy Horse.... they killed him!
my mother wanted me to be
a preacher, so i read about Jesus,
and His life... they killed Him!
when i was nine years old,
and in the fourth grade,
they killed JFK in Dallas....
just before he pulled us
out of the Vietnam lie......

by this time i had questions,
i knew something was wrong....
they went on to kill Martin Luther King,
Robert Kennedy, Malcolm X......
anybody that stood up for
what they believed.....
they killed them!

the fear of ignorant apathy,
the murderer that betrays humanity!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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song performed by by Offspring
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Rely on fate

A snake is killed for being a threat.
A rat is killed for being a menace.
A goat is killed for being a prey.
Anyone is killed by an accident.
Health and goodness will not save you.
28.07.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sebastian: She killed him. She held a pillow over his face and I held his legs. She killed Alexander Lester. She killed Boris Lester. Poisoned him with mushrooms and let him die. She killed that poorly... [CRIES] She killed that boy so that we could be together. I thought I loved her.

line from Lady Macbeth by Alice Birch (2016)
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Only One Man Killed Today

There are tears and wails in the old brown house
On the hillside steep today,
Though the sunlight gleams on the outer world
There the clouds drift cold and gray.
'Only one man killed,' is the tidings read,
'Our loss was trifling; we triumphed,' 'twas said -
And only here in the home on the hill
Did the words breathe aught but of triumph still.

They had watched and waited, had prayed and wept,
These loving hearts by the cottage hearth,
And the hope was strong that their darling would walk
Unscathed and safe mid the battle's wrath.
They would have gladly shielded his life from ill,
But their trust was all in their Father's will;
They had felt so sure his love would save
The pride of their heart from a soldier's grave.

Now his wisdom has ordered what most they feared,
And their hearts are crushed by the news today,
'Only one man killed,' so the telegram reads -
But for them life's beauty has passed away,
And all the glory and triumph gained
Seems a matter small to the woe blood-stained,
That was in sorrowful strokes, like a tolling bell,
Throbs 'Only one man killed,' as a funeral knell.

'Only one man killed,' - so we read full oft,
And rejoice that the loss on our side was small;
Forgetting meanwhile that some loving heart
Felt all the force of that murderous ball.
'Only one man was killed,' comes again and again;
One hero more among the martyred lain;
'Only one man killed,' carries sorrow for life
To those whose darlings fall in strife.

poem by Anonymous Americas
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Each is good in a way.

If elephants were killed; plants would be safe.
If cows were slaughtered; grass would be safe.
If tigers were shot dead; animals would be safe.
If men were killed; the planet would be safe.
03.11.2004

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In My Thoughts

You were in my thoughts as I lay sleeping
and I imagined you were in the room.
I knew very well that I was dreaming,
because you worked in the afternoon.

Nevertheless, I felt you touch the bed
with your leg as you passed by.
At the same time you hid your face,
but I could swear I heard you cry.

In my sleep I asked why you were crying,
and you turned with no trace of a tear.
You smiled and told me to go back to sleep
and have sweet dreams of having you near.

I continued to have erotic dreams about you
and how we made love night and day.
A cool breeze blew the curtain over your face
and it seemed to take you away.

The land line telephone rang and woke me,
and I immediately thought it was you.
I was so pleased to hear your voice,
but crying was all you could do.

The phone went to a maddening dial tone,
for some reason we were cut off.
I thought you may have run out of change,
or maybe you were just having a laugh.

I waited by the phone for you to ring again,
but for some reason you never did.
The police contacted me moments later saying
you had been killed by a hit and run kid.

poem by Orlando Belo
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Indecision

Well I found my inspiration there
In silent whispers it just came to me so clear
Simple question of what was I doing there
Chorus:
Hesitation
When Im standing with my prey
Indecision
Of if I should blow him away
Its kind of strange
What happened from that moment on
What more can I say than reason he was gone
What they were asking was more than I could bear
Execution
What more can...can I say
The realization
Of blowing a brother away
Something in me was gone
Something in me was gone
Chorus
Simple question of what was I doing there
Execution
It was not a part of me
The realization
Of how things are going to be
In my commitment to staying away from guilt
I feel no emotion for those I have gone and killed
Heartless devotion to saving the rest of me...
I take my gun and I give it to my prey
I turn my back to him and start to walk away
All I want is for someone to stop me there
Dont want redemption
Dont want salvation........(repeat)
In my commitment to staying away from guilt
I feel no emotion for those I have gone and killed.....
Heartless devotion to saving the rest of me...

song performed by by Eagle Eye Cherry
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Mrs. Merritt

Silent before the jury,
Returning no word to the judge when he asked me
If I had aught to say against the sentence,
Only shaking my head.
What could I say to people who thought
That a woman of thirty-five was at fault
When her lover of nineteen killed her husband?
Even though she had said to him over and over,
"Go away, Elmer, go far away,
I have maddened your brain with the gift of my body:
You will do some terrible thing."
And just as I feared, he killed my husband;
With which I had nothing to do, before God!
Silent for thirty years in prison!
And the iron gates of Joliet
Swung as the gray and silent trusties
Carried me out in a coffin.

poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Video Killed The Radio Star

Music & Lyrics : Horn - Whooley - Horn - Downes
I heard you on the wireless back in Fifty Two
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you.
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through.
Oh-a oh
They took the credit for your second symphony.
Rewritten by machine and new technology,
and now I understand the problems you can see.
Oh-a oh
I met your children
Oh-a oh
What did you tell them?
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Pictures came and broke your heart.
Oh-a-a-a oh
And now we meet in an abandoned studio.
We hear the playback and it seems so long ago.
And you remember the jingles used to go.
Oh-a oh
You were the first one.
Oh-a oh
You were the last one.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far
Oh-a-aho oh,
Oh-a-aho oh
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far.
Pictures came and broke your heart, look I'll play my VCR.
You are a radio star.
You are a radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star. (You are a radio star.)

song performed by by Erasure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Buddha Thoughts (Hands On The Clock)

the old woman
shot and killed
the boy that broke in
and tried to rob her...

she sat staring into space
while the policemen
did their job...
suddenly she began to weep...

they tried to comfort her,
but she just wept harder.
they told her it was over,
that she was all right.

she finally spoke in a broken voice:
'i was thinking about my son...'
'where is he? we'll get him
for you, bring him to you...'

'he's in prison... he got messed up
on pills... ran out, and robbed a store...
he killed the woman behind the counter.'
frozen in deathlike silence,

one by one, they looked down.
they loaded the body into the wagon,
her old cat ran from the porch...
an empty swing hung from a gnarled old tree...

a small trail of blood,
and there was no wind!
her old Bible unopened...
the hands on the clock kept crawling.

poem by Eric Cockrell
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All The Love I Ever Had

Key c all the love I ever had written and recorded by hank williams
(c) one time you know I (g7) loved you (c) true,
There was (g7) nothing I wouldnt (c) do,
But you have treated me so (f) bad,
You killed (c) all the (g7) love I ever (c) had.
You leave me alone and run around,
You were the talk of the town,
It made you glad to see me sad,
You killed all the love I ever had.
No one knows the torture I went through,
Loving you and knowing you were untrue,
Its over now and Im so glad,
You killed all the love I ever had.
All these years Ive set and cried,
A thousand times my poor soul died,
You have treated me so bad,
You killed all the love I ever had.

song performed by by Hank Williams
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Killing An Angel With Swollen Pride

Their is the good times and the bad
How could have things went so wrong
Nothing left for me
Killing an angel with my destiny

Watching in agony
Nothing I can do to relieve her misery
The bleeding I can't stop
I think I hit an artery
So fatal
So lethal
Death defying
Mind blowing
No looking back
Wishing against my own existence
Take my life
Take me
Oh please just take me

Theirs the good times and the bad
How could have it went so wrong
Nothing left for me
Killing an angel with my destiny

Its destroying everything as far as the eye can see
All for something I might just be
Not for my wants or needs
Basic survival
Destroy all your rivals
Still I don't feel liable
The important things stick like glue to you
Don't tell me you don't know who

Theirs the good times and the bad
How could have things went so wrong
Killing an angel with my destiny
Nothing left for me

Twenty years disappear
Nothing left to hold on to so dear
Look into a mirror
Only to have a ghost look back
Forgetting all the facts
Living in the past
This will eat your soul away
Till to the end of your days
Even if you pray
You still can't stay
Because your not okay
The heart gets torn apart
Ripped in two
Fed to the confused
Guess you lose

I have killed to many angels with my destiny
The devil got me
I have killed the angels
I killed them all
All because my pride came before my fall

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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On The Sacredness Of Life

i watched and listened as the young
woman confronted the older woman
for her pro-life stance...
'i understand that you're pro-life,
and while i admire you for the intent
of your stance, i have a few questions...'
'go ahead, it's pretty cut and dried.
life is sacred from inception.'
'what life, or better, which lives? '
'all life! '
' well, let me ask you this...
did you vote for the man who sent
your son off to war?
a war in which he dropped the bombs
that killed hundreds of people,
many of who were women and children....
a war in which later his plane was shot down,
and he was killed?
did you vote for the man who voted to
cut off unemployment benefits,
to cut off medical care to the sick,
and the elderly?
do you change the channel any time
a commercial comes on showing starving
children in Africa?
are you in favor of capital punishment?
well, where do you draw the line? '

no answer!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Pain of Loss

i loved you
i cared for you
but all i got back was pain
pain of loss
pain of death
it felt as if you drove a selfish dagger into my chest
but now
now i see that the kindness in me
has been forgotten
forgotten and never to be found
because you cause it
all the flowers droop
all the trees moan
moan from the pain they know i burdened
but you wrought this pain
i will never forget what you did
i will never let go of this grudge i bare
i hate you
you killed me
you killed the love i could have brought
you killed what was left of me

poem by Montana Hohensee
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Related quotes

I Killed The Cat

Jack's Confession Sonnet

The Immortals

Jack Ketch

The World Of Killers

They Killed Them!

Video Killed The Radio Star

Rely on fate

Only One Man Killed Today

Each is good in a way.

In My Thoughts

Indecision

Mrs. Merritt

Video Killed The Radio Star

Buddha Thoughts (Hands On The Clock)

All The Love I Ever Had

Killing An Angel With Swollen Pride

On The Sacredness Of Life

The Pain of Loss

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