Author Rudyard Kipling Cry " Murder " in the market-place, and each Will turn upon his neighbour anxious eyes Asking: " Art thou the man? " We hunted Cain Some centuries ago across the world. This bred the fear our own misdeeds maintain To-day. His Wedded Wife . Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments