Mercy came knocking once, a pale wanderer draped in dawn, with weary eyes and gentle hands, carrying no sword, only the burden of understanding. But the wicked knew not her face. Their hearts were citadels of stone, where compassion died unnamed and every wound became a weapon. They barred the gates. For mercy is a stranger in the hearts of the wicked. She walks their halls unseen, a ghost among shadows, whispering of forgiveness to ears that worship vengeance. They drink from poisoned wells and call bitterness wisdom. They sharpen grief into blades and wear cruelty like a crown. Where mercy offers a bridge, they build a wall. Where mercy kneels, they strike. And so she leaves quietly, taking her light with her, while darkness settles deeper into chambers already cold. The wicked do not fear mercy, they fear what mercy reveals: that beneath their iron masks, beneath their kingdoms of pride, beneath the ruins they call strength, there lives a trembling truth they dare not face. For merc...
In lands where the earth is scarred by strife,
Where shadows linger, cutting through life,
The cries of the fallen, the hopes of the weak,
A world in turmoil, so many to seek.
Across the mountains, through cities in flame,
A cycle repeats, no one’s to blame—
Yet blame is a chain that keeps hearts apart,
Love is a language that mends every heart.
We are but one voice in this endless storm,
Seeking the light that will transform—
Not borders or battles, not walls we have made,
But the bonds of our hearts, unafraid.
For peace is the seed that the future will sow,
A garden of grace where the children will grow.
A place where the sun sets on laughter, not tears,
Where hope is the wind that silences fears.
The earth is our canvas, the skies our guide,
Let us paint the future with peace as our pride.
For the children who follow, let’s leave them the dawn,
A world where the wars are forever withdrawn.
Let the flame of compassion light up the night,
A beacon of love, shining ever so bright.
For the peace we yearn for must come from within,
Only then can the future begin.
So let us raise voices, let us unite,
To nurture tomorrow and set things right.
For peace is the answer, the call we must heed,
A world reborn, where no one will bleed.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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