THE ABSURDITY OF MURDER

T’is absurd isn’t it? Does it make sense then
For a strong man living in a house of stone
To murder a peasant dwelling in a mud hut,
When the inevitability of death is common to both of them?

The peasant in his own simple way
Accepting the inevitability of death as God’s will,
Is free to speak his mind and stay
Than live in constant fear and flee to the hill.

The strong man, on the other hand, lives in distress
And with every murder imagines new enemies
Causing him to ensconce himself in a fortress
Still refusing to accept any peace treaties

Surely t’is much easier to afford the peasant clean water
Schools, clinics and paved roads for his harvest;
For if the peasant’s mind is at peace and at rest
The strong man need not live in fear!

T’is absurd isn’t it?