When mercy sleeps

Compassion dies

And love cries for all that’s gone

Because grace has stopped searching

For the lost and vulnerable

And pity has become a dirty word

That lines the rubbish bins of those that have

 

And all those who have not are perceived

To bite the hand that feeds them

Because they are apparently

Filthy scrounging and greedy

As the needy and hungry no longer exist

In a world where mercy sleeps

Tired out by the demands

Of another queue of those deemed to be undeserving

And compassion lies dying in the dust

As all that has meant so much in previous generations

Has turned a funny shade of rust

And the cracks begin to show

As small pieces fall away to the touch

And love cries

 

But when mercy awakes

And is refreshed

Compassion lives

And love smiles

For all that grace has found for all of those

Who no longer live under the threat

Of destruction and despair

For all who live under the same sun

Under the same

Bright blue sky