Colin F. Jones


In deadly fear we hear the cry for mercy!
It comes from our throats; we who would want it so,
Yet they scream out for mercy; those we torture,
Yet while we wince; we deliver another blow!
The un-tortured cringe; they who wield the whip,
Those filled with fear by their own conviction
They are the cowards; courage escapes their lip,
As they hide themselves in the contradiction:
Losing dignity; losing tomorrow to the past,
Losing respect; admiration and heritage proud,
Losing God wherefrom the merciful deed was cast,
Now to be wasted beneath the shadow of a torturous shroud.
Without forgiveness and mercy, where do we stand,
For the torturer must die by his own merciless hand?