Mercy is in short supply

Shoved aside for cold pragmatism

Forgiveness shunned as a fool’s game

 

The mob howl in the Colosseum

Lusting for blood

If it’s done to them it won’t be done to me

 

Are you sure?

Are you safe?

 

Mercy, the sign of civilization

The sign of humanity

The sign of God

Is absent with leave

We sent it away

Eyes wide open

 

Choosing greed over giving

Choosing hate over love

Choosing war over peace

 

The quality of mercy

may not be strained

But we’d rather sit

Like dragons on their hoards

Grasping what is ours

Than show a little mercy