MERCY

What would be of the man if God had not created the called feeling mercy? When somebody says that the man is the sum of all the men, in fact emphasis to the cruelty, the extreme badness and perversity where upon the humanity has grown until becoming its worse enemy.
In this poem, Debbie Nieldeson flatters a deep reflection to us around that divine one and sublimates capacity of the man to feel sorry itself of the others, the animal, the flora and the fauna. For the simple reason that, otherwise, the humanity would be destined to collapse itself in a killer vortex, because the human passions would find a vast land to obtain what it seemed inevitable: The extinction.

Thanks to Debbie for this beautiful reflection. I hope to bring you more poems of this lovely lady.





MERCY

Among miasms evil smelling of the life,
ethereal aromas confuse to you.
From the faded walls of silence,
incessant echo of waking up of the time
where the human badness is generated,
you arise what emaciated and dying bird
trying in flight, urgent retired.
What would be of the man if everything were fury, rancor and pride?
If you did not float like absent envelope of the scaffold?
If your white pens were not aloof, not to dye itself of red of blood congealed?
Until now I understand to you. Until now I feel the necessity
of never more to loose you. To believe more in you than in same me.
But for you already nothing would have on the Earth.
But for you the fields would be black,
the oceans would be of the same color that their sands
and would only exist Earth stones.
How majestic your silver plated crystal tail.
You seem goddess, with veil of immaculate fiancé.
If someday you disappeared of the life
I would prefer to die with you, and to hope that someday,
as you were born, it would invent somebody you
and not to die between the anything.