Orchestra

Father, why do we condemn a murderer

when we have created a law that will kill him?

What have our actions made us?

I am afraid Father,

What if one day the world requires us;

Kill to live, who should I shoot?

How shall I weigh a man's life?

What if by then I found myself in a dark room

with two people in front of me,

their heads covered with a black bag

too far to reach, can't move my feet

My hands are not tied, should I thank them?

someone's behind

a gun aimed at me

somewhere on my head, clicks

as a clock ticks

..26 ..25 ..24 ..23 ..22 ..21

Am I free?

"We are, I am," they said.

Father, how shall I weigh a man's life?

I know nothing about them,

I see no face but a white board below their feet.

"Female/Pregnant/25"

"Male/Criminal/84"

A part of my head tells me;

shoot for the male. Old he is, he'll no longer live that long

shoot or die! it echoes like the sound click

but no, no! what if he was imprisoned?

a life sentence. What if he was accused wrongly?

Father, will you help me?

the other one then? no, no!

it is not even an option.

Father, help me.

Why am I holding the gun?

Who am I to choose?

Father, take the gun from me.

A life for a life? Shall I take mine?

If I do, will they live?

there's no one to answer

there's no time

clock ticks .. 05 ..04 ..03

an impulse, a life for ours.

"Are we saved?"

I can't move,

I'm shaking.

A man came and freed us,

what was written was true,

both of them smiled

they were grateful, who wouldn't be?

"Come out now", the man said.

I turned around, dead, someone's dead

and I am to blame,

An ache came, I know this one won't leave

blood stained board and a word on his feet;

"Blind"

the man smirked.

Father, what have I done?

Father, how shall I weigh a man's life?