Murder

This poem is about a wife whose ex husbamd used to beat her, so she killed him.

He yelled I cried
I lived he died
I rot in jail and he decays
and will not see another day.

I am not sorry for what I've done
and have no fear of what's to come
I did to him as he had done to me
only mine was to the first degree.

I went to court and had my trial
evidence none, but the number he dialed
and the conversation was recorded
and now of murder, I am convicted!