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.