Cry "Murder" in the market-place, and each <br />Will turn upon his neighbour anxious eyes <br />Asking: "Art thou the man?" We hunted Cain <br />Some centuries ago across the world. <br />This bred the fear our own misdeeds maintain <br />To-day.<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-wedded-wife/
