I'll do one small thing for you. I will not march or raise
My voice. There's nothing to be gained from either one
Of those. That's become clear. No form of opposition
To the stultifying orthodoxy makes a mark. Instead,
The marks are made by truncheons swung against
Whoever steps into the street. I will not even cast my
Ballot. Candidates who meekly say they'll tinker with
The status quo inevitably face defeat. It's orthodoxy
Uber alles as the old and superstitious, hidebound
Halfwits fearing... something, labor to repeal the present.
I won't fight them. What I'll do is treat you with respect.