WAR Poem: MERCY GOOD, by Hayden Carter

Do you know the tale of a girl named Mercy Good?
Born in prison’s sullen walls, and died between them too.
She spent four months a wailing, ailing, disregarded babe.
As swiftly as she choked on life, she met her makeshift grave.

The townsfolk denied her name- both first and last, they did.
For hope and mercy, fair and good, had long been tossed and rid.
Her mourning mother prayed to God with woeful pleas unsung.
For even He knew by week’s end, she too would be hung.

A magical world where infant girls see only walls of stone.
A magical world where hungry earth can feast on infant bones.
A magical world where seasons pass, yet never change the soil.
A magical world that grants us few the gift of guilt and toil.

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