Mercy Child

Bleeding hands of the mercy child
dripping 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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Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
Have faith in the mercy child for if it writes like this, then surely it is winning.

A really good read.

Veld Cooper
Excellent work, Mark - your compassion is admirable!

Zoya Zaidi
Oh! I hope your words come true!
I'll pitch in a prater too!!!
For that poor mercy child,
For whom there no cure mild!!!!

Mark, an excellent piece of work!
Full of compassion and concern for the poor child!!
Keep it up, dear~~~~

Love,xxx, Zoya