A+Mercy+or+a+Crime

A Mercy or a Crime

The Man of the People steps up to the pulpit Confiding, and charming, inspiring and fit Behind the smile, a whisper "I own you all" Agitator with a crowd, Cat with a string ball Lusting, and hating, a junkie in need of a hit

The Child of Revolution fist raised in the air Cynical and in pain, but still he dares to care Wagering on a cause innocence and life Will bring the people hope, but also strife Time will tell whether he can take it

The Man of the Cloth with promises to keep Trying but failing to safeguard his sheep Questions his faith but holds onto hope As long as there's need, he'll manage to cope But for now for salvation he will pray

The Son of the City sits down at street corner Too young to feel old, no bright future to harbor His brother lost to lead, his sister to snow Traps on all sides of him,no place he can go But with some luck away from danger he'll stray

The Woman of the Street painted and posed Sense of self lost, instinct keeps her composed Her body branded with a coat hanger signature Yet she still remembers the love of her big brother One human thread keeping a soul worn but intact

The Writer of the Word puts his thoughts to pen Tired, weary, sick at heart, but ready for when Truths need told and Kings need humility Does the job, but questions suitability The Truth evasive, his faith in people cracked

A million more stories that need to be told Of lovers reunited or of children sold But what is the point of this existence we live? Is it tragedy, comedy, or something else? Is it a crime or a mercy that we'll never know?