The Execution

There are two executions happening on this day
One has had many fair trials
Has been defended by experts, at no cost to himself
Yet, still, he was proven guilty
This is a monster, who butchered children
He has no regrets, no shame, no conscience
And, if he were free, he would do the same again, to others
He has been kept alive for decades
Living in comfort, without cost
With many appeals to the law of the land
With technicalities and lies
With protests of his human rights
And even support from the public
Before he dies, he will get to address the court
Will be able to make an impassioned speech to those present for his death
He will be fed a last sumptuous meal
And he will have a say in the manner of his death
And he will be remembered – for good or for evil
But, he is just one among two thousand
But, somewhere far away
There is another prisoner awaiting execution
And she is very different
She has had no trial
Because she has committed no crime
If she were free, she would live her life as we do
Giving to society
Loving someone
Raising a family
She has only lived a short while
And has not known the pleasures and joys of love that exist outside her prison
Her sentence has been enforced with technicalities and lies
And the law of the land does not even recognise that she exists
She is an affront to the rights of the one who holds her prisoner
The one who broadcasts their own human rights
And demands her death as part of those rights
But, she has no rights
Her father has no rights
Her siblings have no rights
And her Creator has no rights
Has no say in the destruction of his beautiful gift of life
She will not be given a last meal
She will never be allowed to address the court, her accusers, or her executioners
Her sentence has not been delayed
But will be carried out within weeks
She has no right of appeal
No voice
No opportunity to beg for mercy
She cannot choose the manner of her death
There is no-one who will save her
She cannot struggle
But her heart beats on
Her fingers grasp for something
And she hears the commotion outside her cell
Though she doe not understand why they are demanding her life
And today, she will die
Like fifty million others

“Your eyes saw even the embryo of me” - Psalm 139