A biography of humankind.
How many times has this not happened to our societies? The "rats" arrive, whatever color they are, sometimes red, sometimes blue. The sweet flute comes next, and "is not music that lies, but the instrument". We feel saved, and we "marry a hero? or is he a pansy?". So there we go, following the one who plays the instrument best, the one who promises "wars for the boys, and for girls-weddings". That sums it up, that's our history, that's us. Sometimes Hamlin, sometimes the rats, sometimes the flute.
Flute ever sweeter, heart ever sleepier...