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Your Mercy
I saw myself lonely, abandoned, foresaken
My scars ripped wide open, my self-belief shaken
I asked for a dollar, they gave me a token
I called for my justice, the scales were all broken
The winter is coming, the dreams near to dying
That I've tried to protect without weapons or lying
I banked on exception but I was not chosen
My rivers of longing were too fast or frozen
And now I meet creatures whose clothes have been taken
Their dignity stolen, their neighbours betrayed them
I must lay down with them, although they will curse me
For only with them may I beg for your mercy.
poem
by
Frank Bana
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