Mercy!

gunfire, cash register,
needles falling to the floor;
smash and grab, run like hell,
push your way to the door.

small time clerks, underpaid,
fight to stay alive....
say a prayer, nobody cares,
replace them if they die!

and the hands on the clock
crawl like justice spurned...
tick tock, tick tock....
mercy gives what mercy earns!

poem by Eric CockrellReport problemRelated quotes
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