No links, but inspiration in itself; Democracy is a poem written
by Arthur Rimbaud, when he was
between 17 and 19.

Democracy

"The flag goes with the foul landscape, and our jargon muffles the drum.

"In the great centers we'll nurture the most cynical prostitution. We'll massacre logical revolts.

"In spicy and drenched lands!-- at the service of the most monstrous exploitations, industrial or military.

"Farewell here, no matter where. Conscripts of good will, ours will be a ferocious philosophy; ignorant as to science, rabid for comfort; and let the rest of the world croak. This is the real advance. Marching orders, let's go!"