When Mercy was Murdered

The day they murdered Mercy we all stood still around
Hands inside our pockets; eyes firmly on the ground
Unwilling to witness the death of our dear friend,
Yet complicit were we in assuring her end.

Fierce sun beat down, unabridged, unabated
Sweat’s stench laced with fear filled the street, permeated
No respite in shade on summer’s cloudless day
Mercy lost a step, slumped into a sway.

Sharpened spears in their grasps, old men prodded apace
Laughing and pawing as she fell upon her face
Roughened hands yanked bleeding Mercy sharply to her feet
Spun her in a circle, stomping to a beat.

The scene looked so familiar as we’d lost Hope two days past,
And Mercy’s fate was sealed when she stood up at the last
Calling foul upon accusers, judge, and jury, in the wrong
But the damage was done and Hope was dead before that day was done.

Now most pray that Mercy’s end will come without a hitch
That we can mourn in silence; no one will raise a fist
Surely if we remain inert the murderers will soon tire
Of dragging innocents to their deaths upon a raging pyre.

The grisly deed is drawing near, the wood begins to smolder
Perhaps we ought to save her, perhaps we should be bolder.
But we bargained for this merciless life when we let Charity die
Upon the bloody campaign trail stoked by wicked lies.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

16 thoughts on “When Mercy was Murdered”

      1. Oh, right! You’re the one keeping me on my toes! But I must get up. Studly and I are going to Jacksonville to purchase a new motorcycle this afternoon!

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      1. I do believe, Leslie, that words are gifted for the occasion. Yours most certainly do. I’m happy, believe it or not, that, as little that I know of American politics, I can have faith in people like you. Fight the fight, missus. I’m on your side.x

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      2. Aw, Leslie, I was talking tonight with my best friend and saying that I had faith in the good sense of the Americans I know. I truly trust that, when push comes to shove, sense will overcome. But don’t stop writing about it! The alternatives are terrifying from here.x

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