How does one man burn another alive?
How can one torture men to get things done?
Should one from other's suff'rings joy derive?
Man must be crazy, firing machine-gun.
Man shouldn't be sadistic in his approach;
No man should maim a man for trivial gains;
No man should on other's freedom encroach;
No man should lead others down nasty lanes.
As man has soul, he can't be very base;
That man's fiend who gloats when other's pained;
The Earth belongs to men of every race;
Are true criminals gallowed, punished or caned?
To judge a man is difficult- most a job;
In justice's name, undue lives shouldn't one rob.
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