Alas, a sheep did wander
From it's reverential plot.
I'm not allowed to post anymore because of copyright requirements.
But "NOTHING CAN SILENCE ME", off the tab.
The lamb strolls out through a gate ajar. The farmer's on his mobile, not paying attention, as usual. The lamb encounters all things new and finds ripe pastures up a nearby hillock.
From the hillock he can see the field from whence he came. He'd never known it was so small. He'd always thought it was the whole world (don't we all?). Anyway, he sees his friends and relatives going about their daily routines, grazing on the sunnyside, attending the trough at the base, some courting/some playing and a few of the elders having a nap under the tree. He misses being with them, but is too caught up in his new, and only, adventure... Then he spies another field, then another, then several. He sees sheep, just like him, with similar routines in similar fields. All of them tending their own in similar, but variable, fashion.
He sees a farmer giving orders to some wolves (sheepdogs) to scare that field's inhabitants into submission. "So the shepherd controls the wolves" he says to himself. Back in his field he sees his friends and playmates being frogmarched into a big container (Truck), and wonders why? He watches further - The truck drives around the hillock to a big building (slaughterhouse).
He sees his friends exit the truck, enter the building...... Then he hears their screams.
There's no going back for this guy!!!
Anyway, we are all sheep! Even the shepherds are someone/thing's flock.
I hope you got the gist of my poem? even if I can't write it here, in full, yet, I will, when able.
Craig (my colleague, and friend) died because he couldn't deal with the harsh reality of what most people are really like (inconsiderate and self-centred). Even me, for I couldn't see his misery, through my own self-interest. Now, if I see the onset of misery in anyone I happen to percieve as vulnerable, I act! I work among hundreds of people, and their have been no more suicides.
To exist as a sheep... is to feel things. To exist as a sheep of many fields... is to know things. To exist on the hillock... is to understand things. To return from the hillock... is to forgive.
Thank you Arjuna, and have a fantastic day.