The Political Plight
They erected a republic
above the earth.
Building materials were
passion, blood, dreams…
Now cracks appear on that
future-proof construction.
Democratic arteries
are blocked
with the plaque of fascism.
Where the majority of voters
are ignorant,
democracy decomposes.
Its ghastly ghost
spooks the citizens.
To be good and glad,
a little brain is enough.
But being brainwashed,
brutes are created.
Communal dynamites
demolish harmony.
Political eclipse
gobbles the light.
Societal cancer spreads
in the absence of
knowledge rays.
Like the chilly and lengthy
Antarctic darkness.
Yet the sun won’t fail to rise.
First published in The Literary Hatchet.
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