Wild Boar And Ram

By Anonymous

A sheep lay tethered, and her life
Fast ebbing on the butcher’s knife;
The silly flock looked on with dread.
A wild boar, passing them, then said:
“O cowards! cowards! will nought make
The courage of your hearts awake?
What, with the butcher in your sight,
Flaying – ere life be parted quite –
Your lambs and dams! O stolid race!
Who ever witnessed souls so base?”

The patriarch ram then answered him:
“My face and bearing are not grim,
But we are not of soul so tame
As to deny Revenge her claim:
We have no whetted tusks to kill,
Yet are not powerless of ill.
Vengeance, the murdering hand pursues,
And retribution claims her dues;
She sends the plagues of war and law,
Where men will battle for a straw –
And our revenge may rest contented,
Since drums and parchment were invented.”

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