Mercy # 2 Poem by Eric Cockrell
Mercy # 2
black man, white man,
ground beneath their feet.
families carrying guns and Bibles,
living on the street.
rich man, well hid,
cocktails made of blood and oil.
tyranny, mass slavery,
bodies buried, American soil.
and the hands on the clock
crawl like justice spurned....
tick tock, tick tock,
mercy gives what mercy earns!
Mercy gives what mercy earns...nice line... I like this one
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5/13/2024 2:25:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'rich man, well hid, ' An interesting line, wealth is well insulated and protected, from poverty victims of greed exploitation. Until boiling point poverty addresses social conditions with am urgency demanding a little humanity.