To- Poem by Morgan Michaels

To-



What you do is not exactly murder
You could not be for murder penible
Yet I die and still you surely kill
This indifference carried any further.
Know you the doctrine 'Willful Negligence'?
Allowing harm that one could elsewise alter-
Learn this article for your defense
On this doctrine presently you falter.
Juries of the jilted will decide your doom
Palpable the silence in the room
As Love, the dread judge, enters to intone
The rendered verdict, bangs his gavel down
And in accents firm and clear and calm
States 'guilty as charged'; 'sentence maximum'.

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