If I Had More Mercy

Mercy.
She stalks the darkened, litter swelling alley ways looking...
Looking for something, anything to satisfy that ever growing hunger manifesting in her empty stomach.
The apartment building windows above her illuminate the murky shadows and the rats seem to scamper left and right and left again.
It isn't always like this, most days the wealthier see her rummaging down below through their glass dividers and make their blinds descend...But tonight, tonight they are being merciful.
And just on the corner,a few blocks down from where she searches, is a small, little boy. He stands on the corner, from day to day, trying to just sell a paper or two...
Only making a few coins to buy a half priced loaf of bread, burnt, from the bakery across the buzzing street. Taking it to his apartment building, where the door hinges squeak, and where his sick mother and pregnant sister are only 'dwelling' and not 'being'.
And yet this is how we show our mercy.
Not giving, only passing.
Pretending not to notice, but hiding away in plain sight of reality...
And living a life of being blind to those who don't 'follow.'
It's not up to 'us' to say who deserves a second chance.
It is up to 'us' to decide to leave and pay no mind...
And that is how our mercy works to those who aren't 'us'.
"Pay no attention."
"I feel sad that they chose that life."
"I am glad its not me!"
And I say, " This is not right."
Before you make a judgement call, just remember...
Not everyone had the same opportunity at LIFE.