The words I've set out for you to see
Are a plea for objectivity.
Asks the bitter cynic in my head
Will you wave your flag or count your dead?

His knife slashed the face and breasts,
Of a hapless young stewardess,
Whose crime was to wish a nice day?
Don’t try to excuse this away.

We’re told that “ends justify means”
If to barbarity "means" tends
And their fundaments are obscene,
Have the "means" not destroyed “the ends”?

However if barbarity
Is by you and suffered by me
It’s crime against humanity.
Vice versa on the other hand
Is something really rather grand
As you all surely understand