Why?
A man disappears where abouts unknown
Not at his work not at his home
Days pass as a passer by finds
His right leg in a country wind
Days later his left arm in a ditch
All is quiet, enquiries have hit a hitch
News comes in of a Torso being found
Beside the river on common waste ground
What posses a person to maim this way
As every dog has its day
Policing, forensics in this modern age
Will endeavour to capture this killer of rage
But what do we do when we capture them
Send them to prison as they live like men
A lethal injection, a fair way to put them down
To cleanse rightfully our cities and towns
Through out the world many families have suffered
These crimes of killers and sadistic cowards
We are taxed for our efforts in life as we work
They may never get out, but living is their perk.
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