you stand waiting for a train
or a bus that may never come
no friend drives by to catch a ride
cold, tired:
call yourself a poet
but work all day mopping floors and looking out for thieves.
Those lines, describing the experience of an innocent man on death row,
are from a poem by Delbert Tibbs, who in 1974 was convicted in Florida
of a rape and a murder that he had nothing to do with, it was later
found. He spent nearly three years in prison before the State Supreme
Court reversed his convictions, vacated his death sentence and freed
him.
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