Mercy Child
Bleeding hands of the mercy childdripping on its walking mile
feet like stone begin to crack
falls to ground, then whips smack
Out reached hands for the mercy child
slapped away with a strike so mild
people throw themselves to its feet
but it keeps walking without even a greet
Tears fall for the mercy child
enough to flood the river nile
but do not fear, its actually winning
because for every end there is a beginning
Poetry by Mark Reynolds
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Written on 2006-01-24 at 15:22
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