Democracy. Free speech. The participation of the masses. The glory of mass involvement. The ability and right to stand up and make your voice count and be heard. To say ‘this is what we want, and this is what we believe, and you will listen to what we have to say.’
So sad it is then that while thousands of citizens march tomorrow and exercise their right, many thousands more sit shackled by apathy. Even the massive political strife of the last two years hasn’t been enough to shake them into caring.
Little Tommy Thatcher always seemed a pleasant child.
Until you saw sharp teeth that showed every time he smiled.
And though he was a quiet boy who came across quite shy,
you couldn’t miss the evil look that glinted in his eye.
“Oh he’s such a little devil”, they would mutter and confer.
Never knowing quite how close to the truth they were.
And though he always seemed polite, it wasn’t until 10,
that he acquired a taste for biting other small children.
Well they dismissed it as just playful – just a little bit of fun,
until he wound up biting off little Lizzie’s thumb.
But when her folks objected to the nasty little tike,
his parents, simply shrugging, said “you know what kids are like”.