• Author: Melden, George
• Editor: Cuff, Joseph J.
• Newspaper: The Eastern Echo volume 4
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• Date: 03 Spring 1959
• Tags:
• poetry

THE CHAIR’S PLEA

O’ Lady of ultimate Justice Extending your mercy rare, Lend ear where“the,ash and the dust is, To me your electric chair.

For yearseighave faithfiily, striven To serve as your perfect tool While death’s embrace I have given The famished, the weak and the fool.

Each life you have called forfeit, I fried it, Indulging your, lust to kill, Each qualm that brought torture I'd hide it While serving your iron will.

My soul is now weary and sick of The common blood you abhor, It yearns for what I’ve had no pick of And thirsts for a richer gore.

I’m tired of the spawn.of.the cutter, The fool and the drunken rake, I’m sick of my bread without butter And crave for a Human cake.

O Harlot of Death, change my diet, Add spice to my bill of fare; Tradition’s enslaving, but try it— And send me a millionaire.

—George Melden