Now Marty is waiting to go to a chair, that's been wired with voltage.
The shock to the system will guarantee he never sees all the joys found in old age.
Somebody decided his guilt, on the day he was charged and arrested.
Another twelve made the same vote, when his pleas of denial were tested.
One more (with a wig) was convinced, and mechanically swung down his hammer;
But Marty could not wait for truth to emerge, merely locked in the slammer.
The only one sure of his INNOCENCE, he now awaited in terror (while stumbling)
The current supplied by the state, who were GUILTY of gross legal fumbling.
So how many people have faced this injustice, with nothing reprieving
The theft of their lives, when their pleas fell on deaf ears, with no-one believing.
Each link (in the chain of events leading up to unjust execution)
Was made by a bureaucrat, GUILTY of killing by crowd resolution.
No protest of this should exclude any murdering scum from its fury:
The copper, the judge, and the crown prosecution, and also the jury,
Whose lives have continued, without any thought for the wrongful convictions.
Can ropes and gas chambers and firing squads undo unjust crucifixions?