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.
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