A grim occupation was his indeed
And was one that the world thought it didn't need
Which is why this ballad chooses to extol
Not "murder", but "population control".
One Killer chose to hide his true name
By taking another's; he felt no shame,
For then he's be free to pick and choose
Someone to kill, and have nothing to lose.
A child perhaps, or reven a father;
With helpless infants he did not bother
But mothers, he would leave alone
(They reminded him too much of his own).
So much blood had he already spilt;
Despite this fact, he felt no guilt
He felt he was destined for this task;
Helping the world, though it didn't ask.
One shouldn't laugh at his self-given job
Though his resume was rather macabre,
He helped evolution by doing his best
To weed out the weak and spare all the rest.
Though murder is certainly an evil crime,
And murderers should pay for it with their time,
Consider the benefit this man had to give
By removing the weak from the strong that still live.
For science keeps the weak and diseased from death
And holds onto poor souls stuck on artificial breath.
So consider this man's actions with silver lining,
Or when the world gets overcrowded--stop whining.
But don't misunderstand what is being said here;
This poem makes light of something that's feared
And don't be surprised when someone takes role
Over humanity as "population control".