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'Bargirl murdered in Chikpet'

A bargirl died.
Found in her hovel;
her throat cut,
lying in a pool of blood.

I read this,
on the left margin
in the crime section
of my newspaper.

A jilted paramour
was suspected.
Police was hunting
for him, it said.

Some days later,
the culprit was found
and charged for murder.
Next day I forgot it.

I don't know
whether he was hung,
or imprisoned for life.
I don't even know he was tried.

There were lurid details,
of other murders in the papers.
No boring court reports.
How does it matter?

Someone was murdered.
She didn't concern me,
Why should I care?

There are murders everyday.

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