of course the demoralised.
It is all that is required
to allow the ruling class
complete freedom to govern
a hapless, hopeless mass of folks
who have been told that it is fine
to just sit back, take orders
and hope for the best or,
if that is not in the cards,
perhaps for second best,
or, if need be, less
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