Heinrich Heine, 1848 (Vormai) penned this:
"Memories from Krähwinkels days of terror" (my translation - the original is of course leages better)
We, Burgomaster and Senate,
Are hereby proclaiming this mandate,
With great paternal care addressed
To all classes, east and west.
'Tis mostly nasty foreign folk,
Who brashly dared to wildly stoke
Rebellion. Such sinners, let us pray to God,
Are seldom born upon our sod.
There too are atheists, you will find;
Those who leave their God behind,
Who, in the end, will be as prone
To defy our own earthly throne.
Obeying authority is the key
For Jew and Christian, bond and free.
Let everyone close up their shop
When twilight falls, head home chop chop.
If three are gathered in the street,
They must disperse with flying feet.
And after dark, upon the lane,
No lightless soul shall walk again.
All weapons must promptly be surrendered
To the Guildhall, to be tendered;
And every sort of ammunition
Is subject to the same condition.
Who argues in the street shall face
A firing squad in an open place;
Arguing with gestures also must,
Be punished harshly, as is just.
Put your trust in the Magistrate,
Who guards the pious, loving state
Through gracious rule, most wise and kind;
Your duty: simply to not mind.