Written by John Grisham,
'Bout a Klansman on death row for bombing,
Nine-year-old Jewish twins,
His long-lost grandson tries hard to save him,
From a Chicago firm,
Not 'cause he thinks what granddad did was right,
'Cause govs shouldn't kill under any terms.
Grisham beautifully shows the last days,
As he waits to be gassed,
From desperation to anger to calm,
Time slows, then it goes fast.
It's so unique,
To be killed by the state,
'Magine knowing the time of your own death,
A publicly endorsed seal of your fate.