The Perfect Democrat
Four I have crossed swords with Death, on
The battlefield of life
And as many times I was spared by this formidable
Opponent
Not because of mercy on His part but rather
From certitude that His, the final victory will be
But
Bitter, I am not for my upcoming ending for
During our fights, came to know Him very well,
To the degree a mortal this slayer can know,
Thus
Now I am able to declare, that a better democrat than Him
It is impossible anywhere to find
Since
He equally treats everyone, regardless of a mighty King one
Happens to be
Or
Just a ruined beggar!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 August 2015
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2015
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