the woman was carrying her one-year old boy
when the gunman chased her and caught up with her
and pumped bullets in her head
death was instant & the boy fell to the ground and
a loud cry in the village was heard
the man was killed first in the backyard after he opened
the door of the house at dawn after the women in the village
had prayed their rosaries
no one however said that the dastardly act was unjust
it was said that last year the man killed his wife mercilessly
to live with the woman who carried her one-year old boy
which he sired out of an adulterous relationship
it was rumored in the village that as always 'crime does not pay'
and that 'whatever you owed, you must repay'
the people are silent and believe that justice is served
out of court and without so much waste of time and money.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem