The Meek by Wynn Free God bless the innocent, The naive, the gullible, the meek. The world is waiting To rape and plunder them. Like lambs to the slaughter, They readily give up Whatever they have To the next "kind" person, The next well spoken, Sweet talking, manipulative bastard, Who's learned to cloak his evil intentions Beneath his seductive persona The innocent, the naive, the gullible, the meek See only the cheese Until the trap snaps And they are caught And when nothing is left to be taken from them, They are abandoned and left to bleed. They are no longer the innocent, the naive, The gullible, the meek. They have joined a new club: The victimized, the embittered, the deeply wounded, Afraid to trust, afraid to love, Withdrawing into the agony of their isolation, Entering the "dark night" of their soul. Hopefully they will' Contemplate their weaknesses And understand their pain. If they truly succeed, They will become members of  Art work by Rassouli