Mercy's Spark

Happy smiles split their faces,

Some not seen for a while.

Torn were they while fear chases,

Now peace they saw with a smile.

Bloodied grounds, tear-soaked land,

Foreign and home lay waste here.

Stained red are the sands and hands,

Of the many that stood far and near.

The days were bleak, grey, and dark,

Not an ounce of hope to be seen.

Then came a ray, mercy as a spark,

Calm after the storm, just as serene.