Screams of innocent people,
hate and lies is that equal?
And again we call for mercy,
but are we heard?
Can they hear us?
In the stillness of night,
they can't listen...
They never will.
But even in tears,
a constant leer.
A chilling touch on there shoulder,
wondering when they'll act sober.
Mercy, mercy, we yell for mercy,
but still ignored like a child in a nursery.
Does curiosity ever occur,
was the possibility just a blur?
We learn its to predictable,
they learn its inflict-able.
And just like the falling rain,
it stops before its too late, always pain.
Redundancy and Abundance,
Mercy is no balance.