Appeal from exile Tom Sharp

Here in the hinterlands, tough vines tangle on each other. How many days have I been deprived here? Since we exist, there must be a reason for our existence. Since we persist, there must be a reason for our persistence. Our betters wear furs and ride around in their carriages. They have nowhere to go; they talk only with themselves. I know, in the bigger picture, we don’t matter a whit, but those who are supposed to protect us are blind and deaf.

旄丘 诗经

旄丘之葛兮，何诞之节兮。 叔兮伯兮，何多日也？ 何其处也？必有与也。 何其久也？必有以也。 狐裘蒙戎，匪车不东。 叔兮伯兮，靡所与同。 琐兮尾兮，流离之子。 叔兮伯兮，褎如充耳。