Bless The Executioner

Bless the executioner for he knows not what he does

Take the hangman into yourself, he is afraid of blood

Take the soldier to the sea, let him sleep upon the sand

And give the axe-man sympathy for he hates his own hands

Give the torturer a break, he is really very shy

Frown not at the man behind the gun for he is afraid to die

Bless the soldier and every man upon the battle field

Each one would like to be home, each one knows he will be killed

Though death is so unnecessary, tradition feels it must

Condemn a man to die or elseways be turned into dust

Officials feel that they are gods and must give all they can give

But each one of us is God himself and has every right to live

Always smile at the mask of hate for it covers a sad face

Pacify the nervous, put them gently in their place

Show children to the old man who speaks only of his war

And then kiss Death upon the cheek, let it think for ever more