You don't deserve a simulated death,
A thumbscrew, rack or shock. I am not one
Who cries for blood like some Lady MacBeth;
I'd rather not be screaming at a spot
On hands or conscience. Hurt me and I'll take
The right to hurt you back but I will not
Do so when you're tied down, or to a stake.
You'll stand and face me equally, and if
I can't even the odds myself I'll use
The justice system, slow but sure and stiff.
You get your say, I mine, but I refuse
To act like you, nor would I e'er respect
Such being done on my behalf unchecked.