The Warrior
By John Merritt
I have felt aloneness so
Shattering it ripped
My reality into shreds.
Terror so complete it
Left me lost and bound,
To a chasm of misery
Where no comfort could
Be found.
I could only experience
What the innocent who are
Given the ultimate sentence learn,
Powerlessness and despair
So total it scars your soul
With a permanent burn.
Feeling what those who were
Not guilty experienced,
On their march to crucifixion
In ancient times,
Insanity clutching at me
As all normalcy unwinds.
Fighting through decades
Of adversity and legal battles,
My character became a forged steel.
Never giving up, the
Freedom quest is within sight,
Only because of unrelenting will.
The Execution
By John Merritt
In the death chamber
Sits an oak chair,
Built by prisoner for extra
Sandwiches, an apple and a pear.
Behind a dark curtain a grim reaper lies hidden
Who gets paid $150.00 to throw the switch,
Citizens apply for the honor,
Ain’t that a bitch!
The condemned man wears a
Diaper over his trembling ass,
Leader of the ski-mask gang,
He met his fate with no class!
His final words are accusing the
Governor of using the death penalty
For political gain,
The imbecile had no empathy
For his many victims loved one’s pain.
A poster child for why the
Death penalty exists,
In his final throes he contorts,
Screams, writhes, and twists.
His head catches fire,
Flames shoot out from his fingertips,
The witnesses smile as he does expire.
The demons take this
Unrepentant savage to hell,
As his soul lets out an
Eternally haunted yell.
- The leader of the ski-mask gang was executed in 1986 in Florida. He was unrepentant; and did blame the governor of using the death penalty for political gain. 1-19-2026
The Cause
By John Merritt
The darkness of the jungle
Surrounded them like
A vampire’s cloak,
eerily voices screeching,
Blowing fire and smoke.
Fervent prayers mumbled,
Soon their worlds will be crumbled.
Savages greet them with smiles bright;
Fangs glistening at this exotic sight.
Ivory flesh with Bibles in hand,
They daringly venture into this primitive land.
Coming in the name of the Lord,
They each should have brought a sword.
Lopping off the top of the
Preachers’ skull with a machete,
Tribal members ate his brains like spaghetti.
Stripped naked and tied to crosses,
Nipples, vaginal lips, penises and balls
Were the first of their fleshly losses.
Each villager cut off their share,
Eating the meat raw; setting aside the hair.
Eaten alive for their cause,
Watching from above,
The missionaries’ fates even
Gave the angels pause.
- Based on a true event in the Congo in the 60’s, 70’s era.
Seasons
By John Merritt
Summer/Autumn woman,
As you know,
Prison got a chunk out of me.
However, I am young again
When I look into your eyes.
Take my hand, my dear,
Let me love you for eternity.
The fires burn bright inside,
And Lord only knows
I am full of manly pride.
Rough to look at,
Built like a warrior,
With a lovin’ heart
That sets me apart.
Ohhh, Summer/Autumn woman,
Come into the arms of this September man,
With sensual romance as the mutual plan.
Summer/Autumn woman,
You mesmerize this September man.
Come with me,
Embrace our reality,
Heart to heart, soul to soul,
As one we become whole.
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