It'd Be worth LIVING

There was a box of 6 puppies in front of me
Cute fuzzy little things that wiggled and
squirmed in excitement.  You know how puppies are
Their little yipps and yelps made
your heart squeeze in  tender compassion
in protective longing
in innocent joy
Then the wind blows and all of you cower
in the chill, in the sudden overcast of a stark shadow.
The yipps and yelps are quieter and subdued 
There a man stands behind me, blocking the sunlight and all its warmth
There he stands in black with a gun to my head
He wants me to kill each and every one of the puppies
Each and every one of them
I look on to the box of innocence, the box where
6 pairs of baby eyes look up at me 
6 pairs of eyes that are unaware of their fate
Why must I do this?
Why must I be the one to kill them?
Why must I kill?
Look at them! They are so sweet and tender! They wouldn't hurt anything!
Can't I die in their stead?
"NO"
that is the answer that reaches my ears... No
Why not? I am willing? I have the gun pointed at my head, so why not just kill me instead?
Why must it be this way?
"This is the world we live in"
why can't we change it? why is it this way? 
the desperation of trying to save the puppies grows more and more
The desperation.
why must I kill?
I hate this, I don't want this!
Why must the world be this way?
"Because if it wasn't,
It would be a would worth living in"