The Free Radical

German police join the people!

As the Piscean Age drew to an ignominious close,
An air of discontent among the populous arose.
At first just the few who failed in commerce to compete,
And then the many too disillusioned gathered in the street.
They aimed their derision at their society’s upper ranks,
The policy-makers and schemers who “worked” for the banks.
Presidents and prime ministers couldn’t fathom the fuss
Until the people shouted back “You were to represent us!”
Well such men of prestige just shrug and care very little
And send their henchmen– the police– to go stand in the middle.
Their task was quite simple: to keep the rabble at bay…
But then what to do… when they just won’t go away?
For their dreams had been stalled and their hearts had been wrenched,
And now their insurgency was more than entrenched!
Skirmishes and riots began to dominate the news
As many tried to explain “We’ve got nothing to lose!”
Unresolved it continued… day after day, night after night,
Until the bodies in uniform grew weary of the fight.
Tear gas and flash bombs and full riot gear aside,
It was the silencing of reason by which they could not abide.
More than a few malcontents or a symptom of the times–
“This protest has merit,” they said, as the cops crossed the lines.
The voice of self-righteous tyranny had grown much too loud
That even the cops chose to join with the crowd!
That left the top officials at a bit of a loss,
For control seems so empty when there’s so few left to boss.
But they weren’t done yet, and it was only a little scary…
The government called in the full might of the military.
Ordered to remove shelters, tents and pavilions
The soldiers said “No!” and joined the civilians.
Now the government, you can imagine, was thoroughly confused
By the waning of power when such power’s abused.
Was there some historic lesson that our “leaders” had missed?
And who had planted flowers in their raised iron fist?
Were the masses unhinged, irrevocably deranged?
Or had the rules of the game suddenly changed?
“So you want change,” they sneered. “We’ll see what you’re like,
When your illustrious leaders all go on strike!”
So full of themselves, they honestly thought they were needed,
But illusory power makes even morons conceited.
They stepped down from their offices in their white ivory towers,
And were shown rather quickly that they had no special powers.
Anything they could do the common man could do better;
He’d just do what was necessary without government fetters.
A tapeworm is no leader– a parasite to be sure,
And by starving the host, the host finally grabs at the cure.
The People learned to care for themselves and stand firm,
And refrained from ever feeding again that government worm.
Now you might think it’s resolved and the People are singing…
But truly we know that this is just the beginning!