Is It so Wrong to Eat?

My identity was never known
Working quietly in the night
I had just arrived from below
My seeds of destiny already sewn

I came here hungry from that trip
so few are ever even offered
So I sought meat, my favorite food
and had their fear within my grip

But hunger grows as you well know
and barely time had I to eat
in those back lots and foggy streets
my reputation began to grow

I sliced and pulled out parts I like
as anyone with a food preference
the meat is just luke warm up here
and goes cold short after the strike

I hid by day and hunted by night
my practice had become a game
"Can you catch me?", I taunted them
In those days law were not too bright

I had my fill and moved along
to other regions to slaughter
to eat the women, wife and daughter
I thought not that my deeds were wrong

At least not for ghouls from Hell
A name you placed on all my work
you called me Jack the Ripper
in stories I'm sure you know quite well


[Entered in "I'm a Person too" competition 3/21/15]