Murder

He was sentenced to life
Murder, they said
In a fit of jealous rage
and blind anger
Finding wife
getting dirty
Not keeping
hoeing
to garden work

As the couple
next door
argues loudly,
I remind
myself
never to
contemplate
murder
for
MY life's
transgressions
affronts
or
injustices
but only
take lives
for
prophets or
profit

poem by Carsten Thomsen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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