Under Egyptian Law, Dzhokhar Tsarnaev would be placed in an empty room and a pressure cooker bomb would be detonated. Justice demanded equal outcomes. Instead of enjoying the blessings America represents, the country he chose as a path to a better life defined by tolerance and opportunity, the Chechen immigrant elected to blindly follow his brother and become seduced by a murderous ideology that advocates death to all nonbelievers; venom over virtue. April 15, 2013 was far from just another day; it was a national celebration turned into an epitaph of evil. Limbs were shredded, lives ended, and the fractured dreams of children slipped through the callous hands of hate. If you abandon all regard for humanity and cut the last vestiges of empathy and discernment, you neither understand nor deserve an ounce of compassion. None of the people Tsarnaev hurt, or the families he ruined, ever knew his name or spoke ill of his life. The horrible atrocity he committed against these individuals was no different than if a complete stranger, guided by the false pretense of righteousness, tossed a grenade beneath his parents embrace and reveled at the inevitable carnage that ensued. Who could even witness such a grotesque injustice? Who would dare inflict it? Whether you feel like an outcast in your newly adopted home or discontent compels you to demonize the object of your scorn – your perceived enemy – you’re merely at war with yourself; for you alone have the power to exact change without murdering that which makes you unmistakably human…a soul. Justice isn’t about revenge but it is about equality under the law; restoring balance to an imperfect world. And for that Dzhokhar Tsarnaev will forever crawl in the afterlife haunted by the inconsolable screams of his victims because he sure as hell will never hear them in the comforts of a federal prison. Mercy is for those worth saving.