Jack the Ripper

I Jumped up suddenly out of my bed With Jack the ripper spinning in my head And the word cabinet kept floating in my bed I had a very serious message to deliver But I don't know who to tell because it felt improper My heart was pounding and I felt like vomiting I hurried outside and jogged around the circle I have tried so desperately to erase this message But the more I exercise the more it kept spewing water into my face How can I be so cruel to someone who has done no wrong? Then I remember the story of Abraham and God's instruction to sacrifice his only son just to prove his faithfulness and honest hand Abraham obeyed and the rest of the story calmed my troubled soul The morning was rather cool and the big bright moon stood over my house towards the west spreading its light all over the place It spoke directly to me and I responded to the message immediately I continued removing the stickers from the truck But Jack the ripper kept stabbing me in my back I was determined to end his dirty game because he has brought many people to shame and many people dreaded hearing this name it has caused numerous stumbling blocks and belched innumerable shocks in a city that is filled with clock sky scrapers and building blocks it engulf the landscape with its furious game I had nothing on my mind but all of a sudden this eighteen century sinister figure flashed crossed my mind stirring my emotions How can I meet with someone who has committed so much atrocities I shoved my emotion out of the way and bow down on my knees and pray I still don't know where to begin so I called a senior to enquire about him and set up a date to dine with him But what she said still did not make sense How could they teach children about this brutal character He is scarier than the man flying around in the chopper Jack the ripper had no proper passport he doesn't know what he is all about They say that he has dual citizenship from two of the most powerful countries Some say that he is my right hand but he is a pain in the neck on the other hand But God is my helping hand I live in a very old house filled with dust and grease because they are always cooking meat But the little room that I reside in is clean and neat It is different from the rest of the house because I know what I am all about The landlord lives on the top floor with a big cabinet filled with various statues originated from, East West North and South They seems to be priceless gifts some of them have given me the bliss Some have conquered the land while most of them have left blood on the land When I moved into this house everything was up side down So I cleaned the counter and the stove top and get rid of the bacteria The doors where old and screeching and it was deliberately fashioned to tell everyone when I was going out and coming in So I put oil in the inches vacuum the dirty carpet although it was not my place Every morning the sink was filled with dirty dishes and when I cleaned it It was piled up the following day The stove top is dirty and greasy and the counter top is very untidy. The garbage is often exposed and it felt like a rat was running in my throat Yesterday the landlady remove all the statue from the cabinet Dust them off and meticulosity rearrange them and I began to see some semblance of order in the place She removed some of the garbage from the cabinet and replaced them with new ones instead Strange things happen in the mornings Strange things happen at nights strange things happen at noon The full moon comes with rain sometimes with fire The rain is not falling but the fire is burning So be clam and you will emerge as the victor Because Jack the ripper is no more We have taken his body to the shore Just as I have finish writing this poem A big bird landed in the tree in front of my window screaming I looked at it briefly and it flew away.