So tragic, these acts of violence
And one only begets another
Blood for blood and the river quickens
Now turbid with days no longer seen
Too weak are we to do what must be done?
Too weak are we to throw the switch?
Or is weakness ill-defined?
It is so easy to **** another man
Harder to be introspective
For some the most difficult thing
To look into, to appraise, is a mirror
Are we too weak if not enough die
If vengeance for the fallen is left unfulfilled
Or are we too weak if we don't stop it?