Mercy

Mercy

It didn’t matter to her father, so she knelt, she held it in when he picked up the belt.

She couldn’t help but wonder, was is heartfelt? The blunder, plunder, thunder under each welt.

The hard work, it was nothing to her, the dirt on his knuckle,

he widened the gap when she no longer sat on his lap, so it was the pain he dealt.

The tears fell, he was the king of Hell, he would chuckle with every shiny buckle.

Oh, but there’s more you can’t ignore, did you think there was no more this world could do?

She was a mother of three, not with ease, she kissed goodbye to her baby.

He was a man she hardly knew, he dropped her, and left her, and left her to die too.

She cried silently, hit the floor, locked the door, they will never meet again probably.

“It needed a life better than mine,” a chance benign, but they’ll lie, “Momma never loved you.”

They’re all across the sea, so we can’t see what is happening,

the news, the blues don’t do justice, he is not bloodless, but a dangerous Hindu.

We are blind you see? From the people in catastrophe,

worlds of war, poverty, under the reign of hypocrisy.

Haven’t you heard few people say we all bleed the same? This isn’t a game.

A brother’s keeper, we need a peacekeeper, our grounds need a balancing,

but it is God’s plan, your god, my God, whose god? Let us request a redo.

Twenty-two hooked on deja vu, booked a rendezvous to pay the dues now he’s pulled through,

k’s packed in bags, bling, no suffering, sports cars, looks lethal, but palms bear scars of a needle,

never seen a cathedral, sees, thinks, and acts unspeakable.

Blind, but alive, given a name not even from a ghetto of the luxury Palmetto,

but who warned him of all those things that withdrew him from the life he wanted to live up to?

Smite, why do we thrive in constant fight? This isn’t normalcy, we’re designed to live in harmony.

Alone, a simple note, but together something beautiful, full of diversity.

Daughter, father, mother, son, friend, foe, gangster, cynosure reconcile fearlessly.

Between us a disconnection leading us in the wrong direction of all larceny.

Born innocent, citizen of Earth, what makes me of less worth? Listen to me, the key is mercy.

I know it’s a tragedy, but I don’t need any apology, just somebody.

I’m done uncovering, let’s start recovering, I’ll start by asking: What am I, if not a daughter to you?

Reviews

[ThistoShallPass]

What a powerful poem, the final sentences really drive it hard.