You, Of All Teachers

I once met a butcher 

Who was killing a lamb 

I said "What gives you the right to take innocent life?"

He said "You my friend, you would not understand

You've not known of the death that i take with this knife

If you like, i will show you, i will teach you my trade

Then you will honestly know how a murder is made"

I came to a dealer

Who was selling his crack

I said "Why do you paint all these lost souls in black?"

He said "Follow me, if you must know the truth

You will see that they need me, I'll give you the proof

And if you like, once i've shown you, i will teach you my trade

You can resurrect demons from the hell i have made"

I saw a politician 

And i looked in his eyes

I said "How can you spread such deceit with your lies?"

He said "You are but one in a score i can't fool

But the others i master, of them i can rule!

If you listen, i'll show you, i shall teach you my trade

You can help correct errors in judgements i've made"

I bumped into God 

And i asked him of this

"You once gave your son to a traitors cold kiss

Of all of the teachers in which i have learned

It is you that i find myself mostly concerned 

You watched over killings, yet don't seem to care

And left so many lives in such pain and despair"

God he just sighed "Shall i teach you my trade?

My angel, my devil, the man i once made"