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MERCY




Count the ribs of those hungry boys.
Pity the lives of those raped girls.
Follow the whims of religious murderers.
Condemn the one who steals to eat.
Spit on the prostitutes,
Wave away the beggars,
And ignore the weak.
Now pray for mercy.
Mercy ?

Man gets hit by a car.
Plenty of time to save him.
But why ?
Take a pic or shoot a movie.
When the man is dead,
Show it to the world.
Now what's in the eyes of those who see it ?
Mercy ?

Children at home,
Who dumps their food unseen,
Hear stories from Somalia,
Wonders how food can be so scarce.
And asks God, " Have you not mercy ? ".
Mercy ?

Desires boiling within the self.
Sees a prostitute on the street.
Approaches her.
Satisfies the self.
Pays her.
Then next day curses her kind.
And prays, " God have mercy on them ".
Mercy ?

A few zealous believers.
" Our God is the only god.
  Kill the rest - the fools.
  They don't deserve to live.
  Now God have mercy on them,
  For they know not the truth ".
Mercy ?

A sinner confesses.
Admits his sins and repent.
" I've lied, robbed, raped and killed ".
" Your sins are forgiven my son. Sin no more. "
" Never again ".
Absolution.
Showering of God's Mercy.
But next day, back to his same old self.
And thinks, " God will have mercy on me ".
Mercy ?

A few good hearts.
Nursing the wounded.
Caring the oppressed.
Loving the deformed.
And begging before us to feed them.
Why are they doing this ?
What is their reward ?
Mercy...?
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  1. ശ്രമകാരി February 27, 2016 4:06 pm

    We are like this... We have always been like this... So in this year of Mercy, We(atleast some of us) has to ask ourselves: " Do we deserve Mercy ? ".

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