Never before have Shelley's words been more apt.
"Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number,
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you -
Ye are many - they are few."
Taken from the Mask of Anarchy by Percey Bysshe Shelley, this poem is also home to another one of Shelley's (IMHO) great verses;
"I met Murder on the way -
He had a mask like Castlereagh -
Very smooth he looked, yet grim;
Seven blood-hounds followed him:"
Anyone with an interest in Irish History will know who Lord Castlereagh was, a bollox to say the least, however those with an interest in English History will no doubt find he is depicted in a more favourable light.
Those interested in reading the full & lenghty poem see www.artofeurope.com/shelley/she5.htm