I found a dying man
He was laying on the ground
Blood streaming down his chest
Gasping desperately for air

He tried to dig out the knife from his chest
But it was plunged in too deep
He put his hands over his wounds
As if to stop the bleeding

He reached out his hand
And tried to touch me
It was a plea for help
He was asking me to save him

But I didn’t help him
I just stood there and watched him die
I didn’t help him at all
Because I am the one who stabbed him