DR. DEATH By: Blossom Poetry Devious; demonic; devoid of conscience too Gave the hand of human kindness but stole the trust of all he knew His humbling demeanour and his old and worldly face Gave the illusion of Dr Jekyll whilst Mr Hyde there was no trace! A medic his profession; an evil his pursuit Death his longing and desire and devilry his route This mad man hed profess, to cure all sick and ailing souls But little did the victims know that murderous were his goals Picking on the weak, he groomed them for some time Knowledge was his weapon, their ignorance so sublime! Doctor was his title but no patients did he cure Intention was to eliminate the victims he would lure The old, the infirm, and the sad and lonely few Hopeless and so desperate to share the knowledge that he knew His office they would enter, a last resort; a ray of light God is who he played, and their spark he would ignite He loved his evil power and he thrived on giving pain Pills were rife aplenty, their demise they couldn’t feign Poison was his weapon whilst discretion was the key Arsenic in small doses, he was on a killing spree The people that diminished, there was never great surprise No deep or probing questions would follow their demise This ‘doctor’ he got greedy by the pleasure of his work Gave tingles down his spine, no details would he shirk Deaths were slow and gruesome but symptoms were the same Nausea; confusion; headaches; all part of his sick game The years they somehow passed and this devil carried on His office was a shrine of the patients come and gone Indifference was the outcome whilst the process was a thrill Killing fed his thirst for life with one small simple pill Pretending was the best bit, when he couldn’t give a toss For these shells that we call people there was no consequence; great loss He would do the world a favor and get rid of all the weak Abolish all the remnants whose outcome was so bleak Delusional though he was, and crazy in his mind How could this monster think he was doing something kind The relatives they tried, and some they did complain His work he thought too clever; now their lives became a strain In the cold light of the day when all was said and done Sickness had been part of life, the fight they’d never won Surely this was obvious for all of them to see The arrogant explanation, his downfall was to be One family wouldn’t leave it and they cried for all to hear Her body was exhumed, now the truth was drawing near Blood and guts they poured, but it wasn’t all that spilt The traces in the hair and bones was evidence of his guilt His spree was at an end; apparent kindness to the cause! He bowed down after years of hurt, to his own rapturous applause At the trial people wept as he stood with staring eyes A sociopathic quest for pity, expressed in all his lies The verdict was ironic and conclusive in reply The foreman stood and did declare, “by lethal injection he shall die!”.......
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 17:22:35 +0000
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