I saw myself lonely, abandoned, foresaken <br />My scars ripped wide open, my self-belief shaken <br />I asked for a dollar, they gave me a token <br />I called for my justice, the scales were all broken <br /> <br />The winter is coming, the dreams near to dying <br />That I've tried to protect without weapons or lying <br />I banked on exception but I was not chosen <br />My rivers of longing were too fast or frozen <br /> <br />And now I meet creatures whose clothes have been taken <br />Their dignity stolen, their neighbours betrayed them <br />I must lay down with them, although they will curse me <br />For only with them may I beg for your mercy.<br /><br />Frank Bana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-mercy/
