Full Circle

What makes someone kill to save another's soul?

Without first even questioning if that person was ever whole.

Could you sacrifice just one innocent life for many?

Even if that innocent life was to you as valuable as any.

Why do some believe that a stranger is just a name?

If they were not a stranger then their loss would cause you pain.

Just because from a distance you are one more person to me,

Does not mean that should you die your loss I would not see.

Maybe that stranger who's life was spared this day,

Will be the only hope we have tomorrow come what may.

If we saw each life as a precious gift,

Then maybe from this world the thought of terror we would lift.

So judge not the diversity you see among the stars,

For it is the differences that make us who we are.