It's funny

Radiohead - I promise

It's funny

Yesterday a wolf broke into the Shepard's pen.  It took seventeen of us.  Slaughtered outright.  Tore into our flesh.  Innocents awaiting death... came out of time.

The well that was supposed to provide safety.  Where we, sheep all, could simply eat... grow fat... await.  Live lives stunted, restricted.  What could be done?  What should be done?  Some of the sheep were ready to fight.  It was their right.

Others, mewling, said no.  The Shepard will protect.  His crook is welcome.  The rod which is used to guide should be welcome.  Punishing strikes should be regarded as gifts of love.  Gifts of correction.  He knows best.  Herd remain supplicant.  Bow to his greater knowledge.  He knows best.  Surrender all.  Remain supplicant.

Furious, they looked for the latest meme... the latest release.  All proclaimed how the sheep must never use their horns against.  Rams must fall silent.  None should stand.  Await the protection.  The Shepard will come.  The Shepard will protect.

Hollow words work.

Till you realize.

The Shepard... who promised to protect all... wasn't there.  Indeed, by proclaiming it a wolf-free zone, he may have worked hand in hand to make sure the wolf would be successful.

Some of the rams look.  They notice.  The Shepard lives in a big house.  He is far away... clothed in suits of wool.  Dines on meals of mutton.  The grease slides slowly off his lips.  All the while we, the sheep, should remain supplicant.  Await on him to protect.  To fend against wolves that await to devour.  Remain lambs.  Don't use your horns.  Don't defend.  The Shepard will provide all.

Some regardless, began to sharpen their horns.  The Shepard is fine and good, but this is my herd.

My horns.

Are ready. 

It's funny.