About Character
About character the Gods were never wrong
they knew well it thrives only when
standing alone against the weal.
The fool blames the victim always
as reason for his travail
and everywhere outnumber those
who understand a basic human fail.
The meek never lift their eyes
from the ground;
their souls long bereft the grit to bound
from the slavish drift that girds them sound.
In a Universe where once were only Gods...
November 26,1994
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