What do you think this poem is about?   I have seen deaths
before, As a warrior in this cruel world, I have seen deaths
before, At home, in the battle field, I have seen deaths before,
But the death I saw today, I have never seen before, The murder
of four young men in cold blood, Oh! ! All that is left of me
now is nothing, But raw fear and bleeding heart, The death of
four healthy young students, Hunted down like animals, Clubbed
like beasts, Butchered like slaves, Burnt like sacrifice for the
gods.  Is there no conscience left in the heart of men? Is there
no mercy in this wicked world? Is there no forgiveness left
among mankind? Is there no good man left among us?  Men took
laws into their hands, Men took what they never created, Men
took the breath out of four students, Men who never felt the
pain of been in labor, Men who never bore the burden of
pregnancy, Men who never carried a child for nine months,
Heartless beasts clothed like men.  People stood and watched as
they were butchered, Bystanders behel