To sound like David Icke, here is the last verse of a poem by
P.B. Shelley.
" Rise like lions in slumber
In unvanquishable number
Shake your chains to earth, like dew
Which in sleep has fallen on you
You are many - they are few "
And that's the clue- we ARE many and they ARE few.
Think about it.
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