P.X. Vexxus

Guilty

Shackled by the guilt of another

He stares at the blank wall, devoid of any color

Bleak walls of stone surround his entire being

Everyday he stands trial, taking another man’s beating

 

For in this world, they promise innocence before guilt

But instead, you are taken prisoner for a crime you didn’t commit

Guilt before innocence in a world surrounded by lies

Another rots in a prison, suffering a liar’s demise

 

Corruption and greed, faking innocence

The wealthy overpower the poor and innocent

Hands tainted, stained with the blood from their citizens

The government ignores its flaws, feigns ignorance

 

One by one, the guilty stand undefeated and tall

As yet another prisoner is laid to rest, staring at those walls

A banner of truth and justice, corrupted by greed

Taxes and money lay to waste in a land that was never free

 

He walks down a hallway of falsehood, filled with pain and regret

Thinking of the life he could have had, the time he could have spent

They open an iron door and lead him into an empty room with a chair

As he is sentenced to death, the guilty walk free without a care