The Fall from Mercy

Title: The Fall from Mercy

In Rochester’s streets, a tale is told,
Of a patient betrayed in the bitter cold,
Kicked out of an ambulance, left to stray,
His life slipping away as he gasped for a stay.

Shivering on the unforgiving pavement,
His body weakened, his hope but dormant,
A soul forgotten, cast aside without care,
How could humanity be so cruel and unfair?

Two weeks went by, his spirit slowly waned,
As his frail form battled freezing rain,
The echoes of sirens haunting his dreams,
As he begged for salvation, or so it seems.

The city moved on, unaware of his plight,
Lost in its buzz, consumed by its fight,
His life force fading, his heartbeat but weak,
Forgotten by those with the power to speak.

On that cold night, he finally succumbed,
To the harsh reality of the streets where he’d come,
His last breath taken, no warmth to console,
A tragedy hidden within a city’s black hole.

Should we not pause, reflect on this tale,
Where compassion failed, our humanity quailed,
Remember that in the darkest of nights,
It is our duty to shine with all our might.

Let us strive for a world where no souls are left,
Out in the cold, abandoned and bereft,
For Rochester’s patient, may his story ignite,
A spark of compassion within us, burning bright.