The Deep States

They massed on the square, The army of the masses. Fists clenched, Brandishing few swords And few guns. Not garbed in combat gears Chanting war chants. They advanced upon The fighting force Of the deep states Garbed in full combat gears, Fist fight ensued. The fist fight Turned into a sword fight, The sword fight turned into a gun fight. The fighting force Of the deep states Vanquished The army of the masses, Melancholy enveloped the land. Justice and equity Became prisoners of war, Accountability became victim of war. Deprivation Became companion of the people. The deep states Without conscience Clicked wine glasses And rode In siren fitted automobiles. The roads littered with potholes, The streets littered with dirts And emanciated beggars.