brady

so ian brady has reared his head
most will think he should already be dead
he avoided the noose but only just
had he have swung not many would have fussed
unsighted in public for nearly fifty years
breaking his silence as his destiny nears
full of anger and bitterness spitting out bile
no remorse no dignity certainly no guile
a cowardly monster who preyed on the weak
in the twilight of existence still no redemption does he seek
arrogance exuding still trying to control
deserving of nothing lacking a soul
poor winnie has left us reunited with keith
her life was so sad beyond all belief
he wants to kill himself why should he decide
no choices for his victims nowhere to hide
not a tear will be shed when this monster is no more
how about an unmarked grave on saddleworth moor