Jack the Ripper

Jack the Ripper has not mended his ways Continuing search for unwary prey This time around, his weapon is poison Extinguishing lives of poor, his mission ‘The weak must perish’, Jack the Ripper says Homeless vagrants at food bank, to God pray Oblivious that blue skies have turned grey Their food today, prepared by a demon Jack the Ripper Panic sets in as these weary souls sway Each falls to the ground and there they do stay Mass murder most foul, against God, treason Yet the man who did it, not in prison Criminal feels what he does is okay Jack the Ripper 30-July-2021 Panic at the food bank poetry contest Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann