Loved and Hated

Those who love the badgered Greek, His eternal comfort seek, Had to him killers' plans leak That they'd take him to some peak And there his flesh pierce - A Beak, The Torture to last a week And leave him mortally weak... Foes who claim he calls one "freak," Never saw in him The Meek, Wonder why he's in their creek, Think his voice a bad door's creak And his breaths of spirits reek... "They'll beat you too with a stick Until your life stops to tick!"