An Island of Killers
If ever I am stuck on an island of killers,
I wouldn't even blame them for murder;
in a world of kill or be killed,
your own life can easily be justified
as worth more than another’s.
But the world I live in
is not kill or be killed—
though sometimes it feels that way.
My life is worth as much as yours,
and you gain nothing from hurting others.
If we are not stuck on an island of killers,
then what is stopping us from being more kind?
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