every organ has a price,
every man's life has a tag,
all blood goes on the market,
tell me, what is your wage,
fair assailant.
Tell me! for what is the price,
by which your blade strikes!
As I offer down to you,
the gold and even blood,
of my children.
And answer quickly!
Before the sunlight revels your face,
for your reflecting eyes,
of sorrow and shame,
glare out at me, and I dare not watch the face,
unveil your fragile smile,
as I may not sleep another night,
dear man.
Do you not believe that the greatest of goods,
is committed in the coldest of blood?
Now tell me,
what is your price, to kill a man?
