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Animal Rights Poetry By Noël Sweeney

A Green River Killer Revisited

The advance of a rudderless ship
With no one competent at the tiller
Every child can become the President
Yet misreading the legal crumbling pillar
Leads to a crass view of their Constitution
So every creep can become a serial killer
By misinterpreting the ‘right to bear arms’
As a perverse solecistic legal prostitution

Yet rest assured as with our American cousins
England breeds creeps by the sixes and dozens
Ian Brady had a heart of grimy granite
When it came to killing he would pan it
To sift a victim according to his whim
His favourite was climbing to a top flat
Then find another trusting purring cat
Then fling the creature through the air
Laughing as like the last one she went splat
Sprawled dead in blood on a ‘Welcome’ mat
Until he found someone better than that
A friendly trusting child as a substitute cat
When Brady started his plan to torture children
He had the benefit of the warped Myra Hindley
She matched and surpassed his penchant for killing
Starting with poison and strangling hungry pigeons
Waiting for the one who was eager to feed them
They soon found out her fondness to seed them
When they died before her eyes she just juggled
A love for their pain she indulged in again and again
Together Brady and Hindley became a killing duo
A hatred of children burned bright day and night
Catching the disease of conceit to feed their might
No difference between an animal and a child
All that mattered was their victims
Were vulnerable and could be defiled
What really set them alight
So each could sew and grow
Their rancid seed of killing children
Made each other’s savage heart thrive
Half-satisfied when few were left alive
Feeding their intent as a killers’ bent

From Bundy to Dahmer and Ridgway to Spencer
Each used a different method yet no less tenser
All had the same aim to find someone alone
Offer a lift or a gift or a bed in their home
Where between being an animal
Or a passing defenceless stranger
Was the same to each criminal
Presenting an ever pressing danger
Each in their own way just another clone
A life route and death chosen as an offshoot
Their rotten fruit was just the same
When it came to burying the bones
Finding someone weak and random to kill
An animal or a child was grist to their mill

When the scales are balanced with weight
The sordid saga of killers heavy with hate
Torturing children and animals
As fully-fledged inbred criminals
Death-smells filter through fear and sheer terror
When any life ends by a knife or in an abattoir
A fact that hits with an immediate impact
Without an excuse or escape from the truth

Huntley was the same as the rest
His aim to use strength to wrest
The lifeblood from two young schoolgirls
Intending to destroy their whole world
A pervert ever alert as to who he could hurt
Animals and children were his two targets
Gaining a killer’s skill with an evil swipe
His practice followed the mass-archetype
A vulnerable victim’s life one to be wiped

However harsh one we cannot avoid or ignore
As their cruelty strikes our humanity’s core
Serial killers who murdered on the loose
Became an artisan and craftsman criminal
Honing their heart moving from hand to eye
Trading every life for a lie upon a lie
First practised their skill on animal-after-animal

© Noel Sweeney, 2023

 

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