Outcry*

I learned that raising the outcry rarely did much good a long time ago. Like the hungry sheep, they look up and most certainly are not fed. Passive, not interested until the lash falls on them.

I learned to plot my own passage and steer clear of sheep and pastures long ago. Sailors can’t afford passivity. The sea does not forgive inattention; ever.

*I based this little bit of anger on John Milton’s quote:
The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed,
But, swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw,
Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread:
Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw
Daily devours apace, and nothing said;
But that two-handed engine at the door
Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.

Just a bit too angry at this week’s happenings to say more.

4 Replies to “Outcry*”

  1. I have no words, but you certainly found some to express what many of us are feeling.

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