Knock, Knock, Knocks!
Murder in her eyes
Cold, calculating, cutting.
Innocence? Those lies!
Her life does the revealing.
Yes, she deserves the axe
No doubts, no jury lapses
True justice at last knocks
For wayward little Misses.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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