Jesus saves, rob the graves, <br />take the spirit from the souls. <br />desecrate, humiliate, <br />all that glitters can be sold. <br /> <br />freedom's voice, no longer a choice, <br />sell the truth for a dime. <br />nameless faces, numbered traces, <br />head down marching in a line! <br /> <br />and the hands on the clock <br />crawl like justice spurned... <br />tick tock, tick tock, <br />mercy gives what mercy earns!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mercy-4-2/
