"Worth"

I saw a Pashtun child wounded in a suicide bombing
I saw a Pashtun mother crying over her dead son
I saw a Pashtun beggar left homeless by the army
Today I saw in my own mirror a price on my head
It said Pashtun blood for sale cheap alive or dead
Every day now seems worse than the one before
Nobody likes to think what tomorrow has in store
Every Pashtun knows there's a price on their head
and that they're worth less alive than they are dead