The Death of Democracy
Democracy will only die if self inflicted
trapped in the tar pit of people's fear
home of the brave now morally conflicted
why they cling to lies is never clear
roads of tomorrow are lined with choices
roads from yesterday are lined with their husks
around our neck a rope tightened by hidden voices
the light of democracy's morning has darkened to dusk
2/27/17
words 63
contest What Doesn't Kill Us
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2017
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