pray to God for a job,
work for milk, a loaf of bread.
trade your bodies for a tent,
leave your pride for the dead.

forget the things you were taught,
ball your fists and fight like hell.
just remember you were there,
when justice died and freedom fell!

and the hands on the clock
crawl like justice spurned.....
tick tock, tick tock,
mercy gives what mercy earns!

Eric Cockrell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mercy-5-2/