Doctor Of Death. Poem by guy lipmore

Figure of respect,
You never would suspect.
Never question your local G.P.!
‘Pillar' of the community.

‘Grooming' the patients for the ‘kill',
House calls trust he would instil.
Own practice on the high street,
More ‘victims' to meet.
Killing in mind, so methodical,
Lethal injection, so clinical.

Each life took by way of Morphine,
Each one fuelling his fantasy, so obscene.

Covering tracks, records falsified,
Never an autopsy when they died.
All ‘natural'causes, he would profess
He was always the last ‘witness'.

Twenty four years of silent evil was to end,
Caught out, he didn't intend.
His downfall was the ‘Grundy' case,
Evidence fell into place.
He forged her will and signature,
After murdering her, a day later,
He altered computer data.

Summoned for an interview,
Still cocky, but he new!
Clues he had left, couldn't defend.
His arrogance, on less to depend.

Twelve bodies were exhumed,
Town of Hyde, shocked and ‘entombed‘.
Sheer scale, who could predict?
Overwhelming evidence to convict.
Hundred and fifteen estimated killed,
Another forty five, closure for families unfulfilled.

Finally sentenced and jailed,
The doctor is nailed.
That evil, evil man,
He never give a damn.

He couldn't handle captivity,
Deciding his own destiny.
He chose not to live,
His pride wouldn't give.

He played God and trod his evil path,
Shipman it seems had his last wicked laugh.

30/04/11