The Murder of Innocence

To take a life in the name of justice,
To take an eye for an eye;
Who are we to be playing God?
Who are we to comdemn a man to die?

If you lost a child by the hands of man,
If you were so blinded by rage,
Would you sit a man down one last time?
Would you flick the switch as easy as turn a page?

If a man was shot through one day,
If the culprit was caught and tried,
Would you stand that man against a wall?
Would you shoot him 'til he died?

What about if you were wrong?
They could hang him from a noose.
He might not have a second chance.
What if that rope did not come loose?

Perhaps he might, after twelve long years,
Be found innocent and let go free;
On death row he sat, alone, afraid
But glad to be alive, you see?

To take a life in the name of justice -
Does that not make us just as bad?
Would you care to lose a child?
Don't you think that would be sad?

To take an eye for an eye -
Is this justice or something worse?
Isn't one life enough to be lost?
Think next time you see a hearse.

Who are we to be playing God?
We obey the commandments, even five.
Isn't it better to be dead for them
Than alone and dirty but still alive?

Who are we to comdemn a man to die?
So may revenge be just so sweet
As to tempt but not seduce
Or may we, too, end in hell's heat.