STAINS OF DEMOCRACY

Ah, Democracy, that grand charade Where every voice is equal made. But think, what chaos this has bred With common folk so widely led! A vote for every man and Bio? Come now, let's be serious, still. Why trust the masses with the fate Of nations large and issues great? Behold the wisdom of the few The enlightened ones who truly knew The paths to power, gold, and oil— Why let the commoners this spoil? They debate in squares, protest in streets Disturb our peace with angry tweets. Why suffer noise from every faction When silent work breeds true satisfaction? Our forebears knew a simpler time When power was held by birth—sublime! No need for ballots, polls, or stance When lineage alone advanced one's chance. Think of the money saved from polls The forests spared from ballot rolls. Let's toast to simpler, quieter ways Where few decide the nation's days.