Have Mercy
I woke up to the sound of a voice and it told me
Death is coming here and I can't let the borders hold me
I could climb aboard a ship and maybe I would die slowly
But maybe I would have a chance to live
I wish I had a choice but believe me I dont have that
I was shipped in a box on a boat full of pack rats
I swam to the shore and almost sank with my backpack
I woke up in a place that wants me gone
I'm a man from a land where the war is gunna hurt me
I tried to live free but it's just not working
I know you're terrified of me
But I am starving and I'm thirsty
I am knocking at your door
Can u please have mercy?
It is rampant on the news, a bias forms your attitudes
My religion might be different but inside im just like you
And terror is a feeling, not a thing that I would do
It hurts to know so many want me gone
It's like banging on a bolted door
And I can hear your voices
You are praying for the strength to keep on making christian choices
I do not want to steal your jobs
Or drive your rolls-royces
I simply need a place to lay my head
Copyright © Kyle Kriticos | Year Posted 2016
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