Mercy! Poem by Eric Cockrell
Mercy!
gunfire, cash register,
needles falling to the floor;
smash and grab, run like hell,
push your way to the door.
small time clerks, underpaid,
fight to stay alive....
say a prayer, nobody cares,
replace them if they die!
and the hands on the clock
crawl like justice spurned...
tick tock, tick tock....
mercy gives what mercy earns!
This poem reminds me of the sad fact that the largest collection of security cameras and law enforcement personal protect Wall Street, while poor urban neighbourhoods, with a combination of liquour and gun stores, have the highest crime figures and the least protection. Many of us care, just not enough, and not enough fight for the right to protection, because they are too busy just trying to survive. An excellent poem, hitting to the nerves of urban crime.10+
That is sure what it feels like even if it is a completely unintentional effect of our 'free market' society, lol.
Really like it. Its so true, like you say no one cares if the worker dies, they Just get a new one and start them on Min wage. Great write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 9:24:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
It's always those in life's middle-ground who are worst hit. The underclass become devoid of social rules, and take what they want however they want, with little repercussion from a flawed justice system. The elite are far enough removed, in their Ivory tower, that their financial inconvenience can be easily resolved with replacements & insurance claims. It is those in the middle who suffer the consequences. FANTASTIC POEM!