I see a military leader and somehow he looks ridiculous For he is barking orders and striding around And no one, not a single person is paying him any attention And the spit is coming out of his mouth He does not seem to notice or care that no one is following him He is leading a charge into battle He is consumed with this task He is engrossed with this his task It does not occur to him to realize that no one is following him He is doing his part He is not concerned whether are others are doing theirs or not And so he leads And no one follows No, not a single one And this disturbs him not For he notices not His task, his role consumes him He lives in his own self-created world this man And he is a great general leading a major offensive against the enemy I don’t know if he knows who the enemy is It matters not His offensive is what matters He has his strategy all laid out He has gone over it in his head a million times
The strategy is brilliant; it is perfect If perfectly executed, it is sure to succeed He can hardly wait! He can hardly wait!
And so he goes issuing the orders That specify the different parts of the strategy And he issues a certain set of orders to this part of his battalion And another set of orders to another part For they have a different role to play Yes his plan is multi-pronged; it is complex And is bound to confuse and confound the enemy He is excited the man is He is having so much fun!
Who is as brilliant as he! What wonders and glory he will accrue! Why he will be a hero!
And off he goes to the third battalion To give them their set of orders He is careful to not let the different groups know of each others’ orders For secrecy is of utmost concern He is the concertmaster Each will play their part as he directs them And the whole thing will come together beautifully Well orchestrated
With a glorious and dramatic finale! Oh yes! It will be glorious! The body count will be high of course For what glorious battle was ever won without a high body count Yes that is part of the game The necessary pain A small sacrifice indeed to make for such glorious achievement
And the man continues to bombast and strut around He is happy he is Happy he is in his own world As he continues the execution of his battle plans He is feverish with excitement He consults with others And yes there are others I am seeing other older men who consult with him They take themselves most seriously They listen most attentively to this man And yes, they see he is brilliant Possibly insane, but brilliant nonetheless Why had they not thought of such a plan Why it is sheer genius! And they are envious How could a lunatic such as he come up with a greater plan Than they were ever able to devise It rankled yes it rankled And they broke rank The men split off into various groups and sub groups Each one determined to come up with a plan that would rival And yes best the man’s plan For they were jealous
They wanted the glory! Why leave his name for the history books They wanted their names known to posterity
And so off they went Each group and subgroup went off to their own corner of the world And ruminated and strategized And while none came up with a plan that was as brilliant As the original man’s plan They did come up with some quite clever plans indeed Yes they were quite pleased with their own versions of their plans And some of them were proud that their plan would result In a lower body count And some of them took secret pride that their plan would result In a higher body count For they knew which of the two, the history books would note And so it went These men, and yes, they were mostly older men Competed as it were Each one claiming to have the best plan And they would actually compare and contrast each other’s plan To see which one was most effective And they began to have contests these men did For these men were not insane These men knew quite well that no one would follow them
People were just no fun anymore And did not want to play in their delicious games anymore No matter They still got to play their part No one would deprive them of their pleasure No, no one
And so the men kept on Into their tottering old age they kept on And the people around them looked upon them and allowed them to be They were harmless after all They were allowed to strategize and to plan and to scheme To their hearts’ content Yes they were allowed There was no harm in allowing them to do so They even allowed the first man, the insane one Who shouted out his orders to one and all Not realizing that no one was listening Not realizing that no one was hearing Not realizing that no, not a single person, was following his lead Yes they even allowed for this man For again he was harmless For the people of this world Had long ago made a quite startling discovery The had discovered that they could ignore such men And nothing would happen Absolutely nothing! It was quite amazing actually One just ignored them The way one ignores old women who feed the pigeons at the plazas
It was as easy as that! Who would have thought it!
And so the people of this world Gradually implemented their newfound discovery It was hard at first It was hard to believe that all that bombast had absolutely no power Why no power at all It was exciting to discover that the power was all in the hands Of each and every single individual Yea each was free to do as he pleased And if he chose to not follow this bombastic man to his own death To the death of others He was left to this his choice And the people of this world increasingly so chose Individual after individual after individual Chose to not follow these so-called generals The generals kept on being generals For they did enjoy it so! But the individuals of this world chose to go about their own lives Marrying and creating families and building cities And making music and doing all sorts of things But no, they did not follow these generals And no, they did not kill each other And no, they did not die for these generals No they did not They chose not to They chose not to They chose not to And there was not a thing the generals could do about it No, not a single thing