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

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