My village has been attacked

My family has been slain

My eyes are very tired

My body is decaying

I am writing you this letter

So justify your kill

As you slayed my hurting body

Did you get joy or thrill?

Did a chill run through your spine as you made your final kill?

Was my blood enough for you?

Did it satisfy your fill?

And so Mr. America I am sending you this bill

Just remember to be brave enough to justify your kill.