The Day of Kindness

I was so very surprised finding out that today (that is 21st day of November) is the Day of Kindness. As my nature is kinda perverse this is what first came to my mind today :

They found Mary Bellows cuffed tot he bed
With a rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head
O poor Mary Bellows
She'd grown up hungry, she'd grown up poor
So she left her home in Arkansas

She wanted to see the deep blue see
She drove across Tennessee

She met a man along the way
He introduced himself as Richard Slade

Poor Mary thought that she might die
When she saw the ocean for the first time

She checked into a cheap little place
Richard Slade carried in her old suitcase

'I'm a good girl, sir," she said to him
I couldn't possibly permit you in

Slade tipped his hat and winked his eye
And turned away without goodbye

She sat on her bed and thought of home
With the sea breeze whistling all alone

In hope and loneliness she crossed the floor
And undid the latch on the front door

They found her the next day cuffed to the bed
A rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head

So mothers keep your girls at home
Don't let them journey out alone
Tell them the world is full of danger
And to shun the company of strangers
O poor Mary Bellows
O poor Mary Bellows

(Nick Cave)