Blesséd

(Found here)

By their very designations, we know the meek
are available for all manner of insult,
the poor have no effectual recourse against
the blithe designs of the rich, and the enigmatic
crew we recognize as merciful still refuses
to stand up for itself, which makes of them all prime
objects for whatever device the brutes ordain.
In time, they become mute relics for those who mourn.
If any still crave righteousness, they are maligned,
then stuffed with straw and burned, or hacked to bits and
     burned.
If the pure are anywhere present, we wouldn’t
know them, which is surely to their advantage. And those
who would make peace are jailed in adjoining cells, simply
dismissed from any arena that matters now.

~Scott Cairns