If mercy was a legend

If mercy was a legend,

If no one cared for the poor,

Mistakes were not forgiven,

Leaving us always at war,

If grace was the unthinkable,

If love was barely seen,

If good did not exist,

What sort of persons would we be?

The lonely would stay alone,

The sad could only cry,

The homeless would never have a home,

The rejects would simply die.

The girls who search for their Prince Charming

Would search but would not find,

For happiness was drained away,

And good things left behind.

If no one cared for the unlucky,

If no one chose to say,

"I'll stand up for the weak and poor,

I'll be with them all the way."

The ones that fell would never find,

A hand to help them rise,

For all the rich would never care,

And the rejects would simply die.

Copyright November 9, 2014 by Christina Gatchel. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.