Dont be so kind

Thoughts unfurl their fangs
Dig their claws inside
And while they invade the land of Morphia
A grim finger points at me
What have you done now, see?

"Clemency was never mine to give"

Its not a shiny penny
Its not an extra change
When you dwindle it away
Into your pocket, back
Its not gonna find its way.

"The quality of mercy is not strained"

Daggers burn on to back
Revenge does not cut slack
Twice blessed is not the age
Where fear knows no bound
Greed is on rampage.

God smiles a furry grin
through my gritted teeth
and laughs at the world.

Dont be so kind.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the way you wrote the poem. Like a warning or a threat.
"Its not a shiny penny
Its not an extra change
When you dwindle it away
Into your pocket, back
Its not gonna find its way."
I like each set of line. Each with a purpose and a meaning. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Kira]

this feels almost lyrical...the sort of thing that has a meaning only ever hinted at, that i might say i get but i never really do. something scary. something different.