The Meek Poem by Sara Militello

The Meek

They are who cannot bear
to meet head-on the hand to play.
In their meekness a fate sure as sure can be;
that feeds the cause of tyranny
-from sea to shining sea-

They are who cannot lift their eyes
above the ground,
their souls long bereft the courage
to bound from the slavish drift
that girds them sound.

They exhibit a flattened dignity
obsequiously genuflecting to power wielding despots
even as they yearn to inherit a world
they cannot bear to know.
-From sea to shining sea-


November 5,1994