Each day that the sun rises
People are going to die
For no reason at all
Other than to benefit the killers

These deaths accomplish nothing
But they are common everywhere
The one consistent part of humanity everywhere
Is exchanging another's life for your profit

But that is an uneven exchange
One life is worth more than money or power
You can not measure the worth
You just need to be willing to open your eyes

And you will see something more beautiful
Than gold, silver, land, or even oil
In every person you want to kill
Each life has it's own story before you squash it

But you squash it along with the hearts of the survivors
I do not know how you enjoy your profit
With so much blood on your hands
That everything you touch is dyed red

How does it feel?
To see the pain in their eyes?
Think they do not deserve life as much as you?
Or do you send others kill for you to escape their suffering?

Maybe just once you should think first
About the consequences of killing
Innocent people for your own gain
Stealing something precious from everyone

It would be nice to wake up one day
And know that no one is going to die
Even if they are far away from me
Their deaths still mean something to someone