“Society will develop a new kind of servitude which covers the surface of society with a network of complicated rules, through which the most original minds and the most energetic characters cannot penetrate. It does not tyrannise but it compresses, enervates, extinguishes, and stupefies a people, till each nation is reduced to nothing better than a flock of timid and industrious animals, of which the government is the shepherd.”
   Alexis de Tocqueville

The road was long, the way was hard
And free men knew that they must guard
Themselves and wives and children from the State
The free man lived as free men died
Content and filled with country’s pride
But now he’s gone and it is much too late
The bureaucratic rules writ large
Are meant to show just who’s in charge
The rules the mind of man can’t comprehend
By rules our rulers enervate
The public which assumes its fate
Is what the Makers of this world intend
Our rulers have us on our knees
Begging them for public cheese
As freedom and democracy erodes
And when they’re gone they’ll not return
A lesson that we soon will learn
As unfree men walk worn and rocky roads