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.
More verses by Rudyard Kipling
- Dirge Of The Dead Sisters
- The Ballad Of East And West
- The Greek National Anthem
- Contradictions
- Great-Heart
