About character, the Gods are not wrong:
How well they know it thrives only
when standing alone against the weal.
Who dully refute this truth blame the victim
always as reason for his travail;
And everywhere outnumber those who try
to understand a basic human truth:
The meek never lift their eyes above the ground;
Their souls long bereft the grit to bound
from the slavish drift that girds them sound.
In a world where once were only Gods...
Dated: November 26,1994
All 91 poems by Sara Militello