Democracy

Democracy, it’s a truth, a mystery,

Always befallen by your majesty

Spending days without a piece of bread in my belly

You being the “Duchess”, living in your aristocracy.

Always the righteous, oh! You democracy.

 

As I walked down the pavement,

of your self-proclaimed generosity.

As I look up towards the “Antilla”, 

and stumbling upon a begging child,

so smitten by your “sense your equality”.

Oh! Stop fooling me, you beautiful democracy.

 

Helpless as I sound, as helpless I am

Caught in the Juggernaut

Does the “by, for and if”, still breathe and stand?

You make a mere spectator,

a simple pawn in the game.

To be the sacrificial one for the king,

one who sits with all the poise,

Slaving the chair you named “System and Bureaucracy”

 

You have always been the so charming,

So fluent in your machinery.

Keeping me in the apparition, of my electoral superiority.

Your wishes, your demands,

You tricky democracy!

The smartest, the master of delusion.

The beautiful face of monstrosity.

 

Oh! You democracy.

A truth, a lie? or

You are just a mystery.

Many faces with a single name, Democracy……

 

©M

 

 

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