Rights To Kill
Who has the godlike hand to judge
Who has the right to cast the first stone
Who may stare at me and say ... you die?
Pull the trigger
You think your hurting me?
Your killing you
Eyes close, your dead
The person standing above you ... killed you
Oh, its not human
Its a bug
An animal
What Right do you have to kill it?
Like a disease you have become a murderous thing ...
Killing "things" around you that beat with a rhythm
You are a disease
Yet, you still live
Who's gonna kill you?
Who's the malevolence that seeks revenge and says you deserve to die now?
Copyright © Houston Hararah | Year Posted 2008
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