For Paul Brookes’ challenge, the prompt is They say that about the meek by Marcel Herms.
Ask no questions, hear no lies.
No rest for the wicked, they say,
the devil makes work for idle hands
and takes the hindmost,
but God helps those who help themselves.
Let me have men about me that are fat.
And we, the meek and mild,
the children and their mothers,
the poor and the dispossessed,
the widow who handed over her mite,
we who wait on the side lines for
those promised crumbs from the rich man’s table?
You have a lean and hungry look.
Blessed are those, they reply,
who turn the other cheek,
so as not to see the blow fall
at the other side of the street.
The earth teems with the meek
with no voice, the four-footed,
the winged; all creep into the abyss
made for them by the fat and sleek.