
The Weight of Mercy
In the hush of the courtroom, a whisper is heard, A plea for compassion, a soft-spoken word. But behind every pardon, a shadow may fall, On hearts left unguarded, behind justice’s wall. A child with wide eyes, a mother in pain, A life torn apart, yet no one to blame. When mercy is given where truth should have stood, The innocent suffer more than they should. Oh, mercy’s a river, but justice a flame, One soothes the sorrow, the other names names. But if we forget who the broken ones are, We trade healing light for a cold, distant star. Mercy to the guilty, if blind and unchecked, Can wound the unheard, leave the kind unprotected. There’s grace in the balance, a wisdom that sees, The cost of forgiveness, the weight of decrees. Not vengeance we seek, but a reckoning true, To honor the hearts that injustice ran through. Let mercy be tender, but never naive, Let justice be firm, not quick to deceive. For love without truth is a dangerous song, And silence can echo where right should be strong. Yes, mercy’s a river, but justice a flame, One heals the hurting, the other names shame. But when mercy forgets the ones who still bleed, It waters the roots of another dark seed. Mercy to the guilty, if careless and wide, Can open the door where the innocent hide. So hold both with courage, the soft and the stern, Let hearts be restored, and lessons be learned. For justice with mercy, when rightly entwined, Can shelter the weak and still open the blind.

