Tell me of your heroes Modern Man, godless athiest. You've shown your vice in hate and pride, But now, complete the list. I've never met or known you, But I've seen you many times, Veneered by euphemism, a thinly veiled disguise, Where legal plattitudes vacate humanity Where mercy never seasons justice, And writ is all you see. Where innocents deserves nothing more Than words of law perceived By those who vest their life and times, Invalid by decree. For life is more than statute It is given and is free. Will mercy season justice? Is this justice liberty?