Mercy I cry
Mercy I plead
Mercy I beg
Am I not your brother?
That you slaughter
My offspring like it's Christmas in July
Am I not your sister?
That my labour you sacrifice
As you murder my struggle
With machetes and guns
When you were in pain?
Wasn't I there to provide comfort?
Now I now a dog
And old horse
That you put to bed
Mercy I cry
Mercy I plead
Mercy I beg
By Mr T. Mandie
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