Mercy is a radiant flame
but smoke always smells the same.
In east, west, north and south
the fire still finds a willing mouth.
Soot is very patient in its rise
it settles on flags of the same size.
You can claim it bonfire
but it works like a pyre.
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Author:
Aman 12 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: political poem
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Pitty, mercy, forgiveness beautiful lights to illuminate darkness and warm us on a cold journey. A wonderful write
Mercy burns bright, but the world still chokes on its ash.
Even flames meant to heal leave soot where it lands, stubborn and unrepentant.
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