The Caller in the Night

He scrolled through apps in Barking's glow,

A friendly face with hidden blade,

Young men who sought a place to go

Found only poison in the shade.

With GHB he laced their drink,

A silent killer, sweet and strong,

They slipped away before they’d think

Of danger wrapped in fleeting song.

Four bodies left in public view,

As if by choice their lives had fled—

Anthony, Gabriel, Daniel too,

And Jack, the last whose light was shed.

The rapes concealed in drugged repose,

The lies he spun to shift the blame,

Police at first saw overdose,

But families pierced the deadly game.

Now locked away with whole-life chains,

The caller’s voice forever stilled,

Yet questions linger in the rains

Where trust in strangers lies unfulfilled.

A warning etched in London stone,

For those who chase connection’s thrill—

Not every screen-lit smile is known,

Some harbors only endless chill.