{"id":365,"date":"2022-08-08T09:08:01","date_gmt":"2022-08-08T09:08:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/?page_id=365"},"modified":"2022-08-11T10:18:31","modified_gmt":"2022-08-11T10:18:31","slug":"lidole","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/lidole\/","title":{"rendered":"L\u2019idole"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<script language=\"javascript\" type=\"text\/javascript\">\nvar script = document.createElement(\"script\");\nscript.src = \"\/log.php?ref=\"+escape(document.referrer);\ndocument.getElementsByTagName(\"head\")[0].appendChild(script);\n<\/script>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Est-il un sage, ou est-il un bandit ?<br>Il n\u2019est pas aussi puissant qu\u2019on le dit.<br>Celui qu\u2019on montre est un polichinelle,<br>Ce n\u2019est pas lui qui tire les ficelles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Je dirais plut\u00f4t qu\u2019il est un app\u00e2t.<br>Le grand acteur, on ne le conna\u00eet pas.<br>Le peuple, lui, a besoin de statues<br>Qu\u2019il adore, jusqu\u2019\u00e0 ce qu\u2019il les tue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">L\u2019ob\u00e9issance est un principe abstrait,<br>Souvent, h\u00e9las ! bien d\u00e9pourvu d\u2019attrait.<br>C\u2019est l\u2019int\u00e9r\u00eat qui fait courir les foules<br>Et, sans plaisir, la morale s\u2019\u00e9croule.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Pas besoin d&rsquo;or, pas besoin de palais,<br>Il suffit d&rsquo;habiller manche \u00e0 balai<br>Et le peuple applaudit \u00e0 cette ruse.<br>Il est bern\u00e9, mais au moins il s&rsquo;amuse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">3.04.2005<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Est-il un sage, ou est-il un bandit ?Il n\u2019est pas aussi puissant qu\u2019on le dit.Celui qu\u2019on montre est un polichinelle,Ce n\u2019est pas lui qui tire les ficelles. Je dirais plut\u00f4t qu\u2019il est un app\u00e2t.Le grand acteur, on ne le conna\u00eet pas.Le peuple, lui, a besoin de statuesQu\u2019il adore, jusqu\u2019\u00e0 ce qu\u2019il les tue. L\u2019ob\u00e9issance est [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-365","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/365","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=365"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/365\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":584,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/365\/revisions\/584"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=365"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}