How is it you are able to look in the eye
An innocent creature you intend to make die?

How is it you manage to wake up every day
Knowing that you plan to take his Mother away?

How is it you can look at your money and think
Yes, I caused them to suffer but not even blink?

How is it you can live with the knowledge that you
Will sacrifice their sweet life�s for blood money due?

How is it your heart can be so hard and so cold
You knew you would never let her babies grow old!

How do you do it? Facing the darkness of death
Each day: stealing their children, their peace and their breath.

How do you sleep? I wonder, at night do you hear
Momma�s scream out for babies you made disappear?

How is it you can go on? Do you ever ask
Why should I kill these creatures? Why commit this task?

How did this happen? And what led you to believe
That your have the right to grant life and death reprieves?

How is it your children will recall their Father?
A good man. Fine husband. The creatures he slaughtered.

How is it you will stand up on God�s judgment day?
Think about walking before Him. What will you say?

How is it you will ever find words to explain
His creatures: suffering. Their lives. Their deaths. Their pain.

How will you face him? And will you ask for mercy?
A reprieve? Which? Life? Or death? Such that they did see?

How is it you will spend your eternity due?
Do unto others? Reprieve? I will pray for you.

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