Mercy, Mercy, Mercy

Commentary on poverty

Mercy, Mercy… Mercy me

A light, white frosting

of snowflakes

Upon cardboard and 

old soiled blankets

Streetlamps and neon signs

Bright light…empty… unfeeling

and bone chillingly cold

Plastic bottles and wadded bags

Holey sneakers wrapped

In filthy rags

Tortured dreams and 

Muffled screams

And piercing, numbing cold

…Mercy, mercy... mercy me…

Author's Note

Not a common subject for poetry! Right?

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

I think it is a good subject for poetry. You describe the scene and show a view into it. Well done, my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is beautiful in a tragic way...the first two lines...so light, almost starting to create a pretty scene, and then the stark images of the poor street people...living out of cardboard homes...eating among the trash...

grossly poetic the way you describe...we feel the poverty in its worst degree.

such a well done poem.

j.