While I am certainly not here to make enemies, nor even get into arguments, these days it is sometimes unavoidable to find oneself on the receiving end of someone’s displeasure. Expressing an opinion of any kind is to potentially court enmity. So if you ever find yourself under attack for your thoughts (let that one sink in), read this poem by Charles Mackay.
You have no enemies, you say?
Alas! my friend, the boast is poor;
He who has mingled in the fray
Of duty, that the brave endure,
Must have made foes! If you have none,
Small is the work that you have done.
You’ve hit no traitor on the hip,
You’ve dashed no cup from perjured lip,
You’ve never turned the wrong to right,
You’ve been a coward in the fight.
Charles Mackay (27 March 1814 – 24 December 1889) was a Scottish poet, journalist, author, anthologist, novelist, and songwriter, remembered mainly for his book Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds.