Dedicated to Eugene Broxton
an innocent condemned to death
Eugene Broxton
My hope is that the truth will win in the end
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EUGENE'S POEMS

During his hard life in prison, Eugene Broxton wrote many poems which were also published, some time ago, in a little book with the aim to collect money to help him to find a good and fair lawyer. Here you can find some of these poems.
Eugene's friends are doing all that is necessary to continue to borrow money to send to him: but the amount of money is above our capabilities. If you want to meet this collection for an innocent man's life, go to the page entitled "How to help Eugene".


  • Poems copyright published in Denmark:
    Copyright © 1996 Katrine Tryk, Katrinebjerg Centret Katrinebjergvej 81 - 8200 Àrhus N


    JUDGE YE NOT

    Have you walked in the shoes
    of the person you judge,
    Have you shared their most
    intimate thoughts,
    Have you known of the tears,
    The doubts and the fears,
    Or the battle that person
    has fought?
    Have you shared in the secrets
    that lie in the heart,
    Of the one you unjustly accuse?
    If you haven't don't criticize
    judge or condemn
    Unless you have walked in their shoes!

    YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND

    You are my best friend
    Because you feel so much
    like home to me ….
    That feeling that someone cares:
    that feeling of welcome
    that the sight of home
    Always brings.
    With you as my friend,
    I can always know sunshine
    more than my troubles.
    You turn my sadness
    That I can accept …
    And when I'm feeling happy …
    and wanting to share,
    everything that is wonderful to me
    You are there …. Ready to listen
    IN YOU EYE'S

    Your heart light shines,
    There're an humanitarian spirit,
    A soul divine
    Prefect in no way, And vulnerable I say
    There's bleeding wounds,
    From having dared loved
    So courageous, you are,
    Yet meek as a dove,
    With skeletons in your closet.
    As do all of the living,
    Afraid to be discovered,
    By the unforgiving,
    Because people can be cruel,
    an111 To follow on next column
  • When they don't understand,
    They condemn off hand …
    But trusting in me,
    Your eyes confide,
    Holding nothing,
    Telling no lies,
    Then suddenly I was startled,
    At my own reflection,
    Your eyes mirrored
    My imperfection,
    So who was I looking at?
    Who did I really see?
    Was it you?
    Or was it me?
    Or am I you?
    And you are me?
    DEATH ROW

    The bars are blue and walls are white.
    I set here in this cell with yet nothing else to do again tonight!
    Red bricks and steel gray fence, - that all I can see when I look out the window …
    I hear of birds sing. a man laughter or even a scream.
    Guard in gray some are black, come white, they are part of who took my freedom away. - this place I am at where grass nor flowers grow, a human slaughter house, - they call Death Row!
    I've did some crimes, and I've did a few, But now they want to take my life for a crime I didn't do!
    They call it justice, but they mean just us poor and there's quite a few Feeling helpless, come times hopeless too, -- I don't know what more to do - Wanting to cry at times evening wanting to die ..
    Struggling to keep my sanity, desiring to be free! The State murdering us the poor and there quite a few
    And they call it justice but they mean just us, -- poor and there's quite a few.
    And there's nothing I can do!
    NIGGER'S RESPONSE TO
    A BLACK MAN'S DEATH

    Pow!
    Rifle bullet to the head
    Pow!
    Shot that King nigger dead
    Pow!
    White boy lurking somewhere's about
    Pow!
    Took that Evern nigger out
    Pow!
    Shotgun slug to the chest
    Pow!
    Laid Malcolm's ass to rest
    Pow!
    Fool as nigger shudda stayed quiet
    Pow!
    Didn't think justice could be denied
    Pow!
    Nigger dead now and cannot see
    Pow!
    That '44 is '63
    Pow!
    Things don't change in the U.S.A.
    Pow!
    Not for us Nigger, anyway
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