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Democracy

Democracy What’s in it for us? Yes, I know it was fought for but those histories apart, those values of time are such a long way back for us. So democracy is just a word in a politicians parley. What really does it mean, what really does it say? I’ve got my iPhone, my Facebook, my Twitter - I can talk to anybody I want, why do you oldies get so worked up about that one word? The cliff has slippery parts, the cliff stands in our way. Those heavy guns on the top will bombard our troops for days and days. Now we must climb, this night will see us fall - but victory is our aim, democracy for all. This field is cold and wet but miles off target was the drop. I’ve got to try to evade their patrols and their vicious dogs. Scared and tired I am right now but I’ve only just got here. Surely it’ll be over soon. I know i might have to fight and kill other people here. The base has gone to hell, the explosions ripped through our minds. Crawling through this muddy field and will be this entire night. Saw so many men get killed, not just Germans; friends of mine. The pain is heavier in my leg but I can’t see what’s killing my time. I must keep crawling in the dirt or I know I just will not survive. What’s that noise coming through the grass, those voices are not friends of mine, barking dogs are getting close must keep crawling though they shout, must keep crawling through the night This is democracy, this is what it took. It’s not some word to throw around to satisfy an ego trip. It’s not a word that shouldn’t command respect and be revered for sacrifices given for it. This is democracy and our ancestors knew that fighting, bleeding, crawling, dying was what they had to do to put a stop to tyrannical ideologies ruling over me and you. This is democracy.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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