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act like you know (feat. Muni Long) [E]
Is the UK a democracy.? Or has it slid to an
Un-sound autocracy.? Where a sucession
Is handed down.' And this not soley of the
Crown.?
When did due proven process, and the peoples voice? Become trampled down.?
Along with freedom of the electorates choice.' How can any such rumoured move be
Sound, what former precedent be found.?
Elizabeth Willing Powel: “Well, Doctor, what have we got, a republic or a monarch?”
Ben Franklin, leaving the 1787 Constitutional Convention: “A republic, if you can keep it”.
~ from the Jame McHenry Journal, Library of Congress
Power to the people, as they say.
The founding fathers wanted it that way.
They had to be brave and risk their necks,
write a constitution to put the powers in check.
They didn't want a king or autocrat,
so they had to fight and not lay down flat.
Now, in its two hundred-fiftieth year,
let's make sure it doesn't disappear.
According to the constitution's plan,
too much power is not in the hands of one man.
If we should become complacent,
we'll become dictator-adjacent,
and as the story history will tell
such countries don't turn out so well.
The founders told us we must fight,
to preserve our every right.
You may think that I speak about robbers
who wear masks when they’re pulling a job
Or the one who’s in charge of the driving
or the loan sharks who work for the mob
But these criminals are a bit different
they have bastardized all of our laws
Given power by most of the voters
they’ve exposed our system’s great flaws
Some will argue that Trump is the problem
but Republicans hold all the cash
They’re betraying their oaths and democracy
throwing both of these jewels in the trash
As the GOP votes for its donors
and gets richer with trading of stocks
Undercover of legalese, lawyers twist laws
then strut through all the courts like game cocks
Now the People must rise and start fighting
for democracy stands on the edge
As they say, freedom doesn’t come easy or cheap
it is time to fulfill our Pledge
The world can now see American Democracy fashioning the guiding principles and values that promote unity but the corrosive self-serving nature of Capital Power that runs co-lateral with it may never successfully coalesce.
While Democracy serves the Citizens Sovereignty, Capital Power serves only itself.
Only one can truly rule.
IN AND OF THE PLOWING OF DEMOCRACY
Poor democracy,
Germinating and spoiling:
Reaping her, denied:-
Her fruits are picked and destroyed;
And their seeds are all mashed up:-
Democracy’s seeds,
Are well known for rebirthings,
And eternal fruits.
Let’s find, sow, and plow such seeds:
Reaping ripe fruits of equity:-
By Phan Tan Hai
Tugged a sleeve to jot a few words,
the two elders asked, for what?
a whole century of history—
democracy slipping off its path.
Tugged a sleeve for a photograph,
the two elders asked, what for?
the Ben Hai River still cold,
resentment on that side, sorrow on this.
Tugging a sleeve, no words left—
tears chilled on both shores;
meeting again in misty streets,
mountains and rivers lost in drifting verse.
— California, June 2017
As is in heaven, so is on earth;
Democracy never went well for the foreigner on earth.
That serpent of old, well spoken in scripture,
Master of lies, deceiver and breaker of structure.
Democracy had him fall like lightning from heaven,
Absolute monarchy - sole authority in heaven.
Democracy - a system prone to fracture and strain,
Easily swayed, easily broken, again and again.
Highly preached, yet rooted in questionable feature,
Could it stem from that same old antagonistic creature?
A promising path, yet followed in blur,
Embraced without clarity of what truly occurs.
Democracy for Africa; a flame on the pyre,
A truth we desire; not an imposed attire.
Clearly not born from within; pressed from without,
A system we follow, yet scarcely about.
Democracy is not for all under earth,
Hereditary rule; the glory of empire’s birth.
As is in heaven, unbroken in worth,
So power stands whole; as is in heaven, so on earth.
There lies a city, far, far away—
A land of tranquil grace,
Where peace flows gently like a river,
For the people command the most.
Within its walls, the cubs and lambs
Dwell side by side in harmony.
Vice is but an ancient tale,
Because the people command the most.
O my city, learn from your peers,
Heed the voices of your own.
If you would know true peace and plenty,
Let your people command the most.
Democracy is a hoax
And it was meant to be
As it is, a set of sad jokes
A cheerful old trickery
You are offered to favour one
From the faces chosen not by you
The work is already done
It’s preset, in case you won’t do
So it’s always a meritocracy
No demos reserved, but elite
Travestied as democracy
Telling you what you need
It’s a master and slave metonymy
As it was, but the good news is
The elite can’t stand mind autonomy
Much more than in previous years
That’s encouraging, cause it seems
The democracy plot gets worn out
Age reveals those repressive schemes
I could easily live without
The library is a well.
Everyone drinks here without coins,
without proving they deserve water.
Come inside.
The old man reads his newspaper by the window,
teenagers cluster around computers like moths to light,
a mother spreads picture books on the floor
while her children build towers from blocks.
This is the hearth where strangers warm themselves,
the table where rich and poor sit down together,
passing knowledge like bread,
hand to hand.
Outside,
the world charges for everything,
a chair costs money,
warmth costs money,
even standing still in the wrong place costs something.
But here the door opens.
Here the librarian says How can I help you? to everyone,
no matter what's in their wallet or their past.
This is what democracy looks like up close:
bodies in chairs,
hands on books,
people teaching themselves to grow
toward light like seeds in a shared garden.
When the library closes,
we scatter back into the cold world.
But tomorrow the doors open again,
the lights come on,
and we return to this last free place,
this harbour,
this home we're learning to protect.
They claim to have brought us out of Egypt
But never have I tasted the fruits of thy promised land
Was it really necessary for a democratic plan?
Or they just still experimenting on me?
Freedom cry has not fulfilled my expectations
But at least it's a weapon they fear in the streets
I wonder men who brought us independence,
Forever remain our only celebrated heroes.
So sad they even own jewelry stores,
Knowing that I'm their only mine
Who am I....
surviving_pawn
When democratic gratitude
performs with politically positive
caste-abolishing attitude
Then autocratic certitude
and kleptocratic magnitude
do not negatively deform
with unenlightened
and disempowering
caste-preserving platitudes.
A throne of bones and a crown toppled,
Bodies trampled around the Holy grail of blood.
A minister with a broken spine,
A queen with a sewn mouth,
And a lone king at the peak,
While his subjects lay on the chess board.
What do you see when you look at me
Impotent leaders of land once free
Now ashamed and lacking good name
Democracy a hypocrisy not civil insane
Once a beacon now an embarrassment
While Lady Liberty falls further in descent
People are hungry tired and misled
As the rich get richer, the poor unfed
In due time God will surely intervene
Now America is land of a fake king
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