Five lives

Five lives.

Every year.

That is it.

In the wide world, how do I choose?

Who is worse, pediphile or drug dealer?

Which is the greater evil, tyrant or terrorist?

Amung the warlords and the pimps, the murderers and the thrives, the corrupt and the false prophets, how in the hell do I choose?

When the axe falls, how many are left standing?

The cold hard truth is that five would never be enough. Five hundred, five thousand, five hundred thousand. Still not enough.

If it were in my power to rid the world of every villain and abuser, to pluck them up like so many weeds, I would.

But five lives, every year.

Ha!

You are trying to quench a volcano with a squirt gun.