I Was a Criminal, Part Sharer in a Murder

I had a conscience and a religion, but they made me a crimin among them. If i backed out, i knew well what would come to me. Maybe i am a coward, but it's the thought of my poor little woman and the children that makes me one. I was told off for the door, same as you were last night. They could not trust me with the job. When they came out, their hands were crimson to the wrists. As we turned away, a child was screaming out of the house behind us. It was a boy of five who had seen his father murdered. But i was a criminal then, part sharer in a murder, lost forever in