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William Shakespeare.  

Probably an apt quotation  for everyone.

“The quality of mercy is not strained.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest. It becomes
The thronèd monarch better than his crown.
His scepter shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings,
But mercy is above this sceptered sway.
It is enthronèd in the hearts of kings.
It is an attribute to God himself.
And earthly power doth then show likest God’s
When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this-
That in the course of justice none of us
Should see salvation. We do pray for mercy,
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much
To mitigate the justice of thy plea,
Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice
Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there.”

― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

Poetry with Music under construction...

My Poetry. My Words.
MyArtisticView.                                                                                                                          
Dried Ocean.

"Denying clarity of facts
In a game where words attack
A force flies freely through white walls of wings
Birthed whispers of deceit to conquer words of truth
Scrapped to the bin

Left a result of the system to wander beyond
Two thousand days of wait, wait, wait
For the ones who believe a title is leverage above me
Seem drawn to confusion of known erudition
Versus naïve choices are proven innate

Time has entangled the lies to reveal false assurance in the big blues
Constructed words over tables in locked rooms where so careful to choose
Poisoned ink scratches papers of void
No longer to intrude my Soul
Or allow my Life destroyed

So swirl in the darkness of untruths enabling division
Uniting for a better cause has never been on the agenda
Nor in the needed vision

With the truth pierced through the veil
I await on my Dry Ocean
Many days turned to years,
All senses awakened  to knowing
How truth flies to many and safely
Lands on demoralised ears."