Democracy is a portmanteau word
People in power, it’s well understood
The power is huge, and the people are not
They give power to a few who sound good
And those representatives are ruling class
They don’t smell like “demos” at all
But they like to be chosen by them, or by us
As democracy fable is told
But there is a sweet paradox I discovered
The assortment of those who campaign
Can’t recognize that it’s people in power
Because ruling’s an elitist game
Plain people aren’t very ‘elite’, to be frank
It’s believed they are not that refined
So what it boils down to is the front rank
Of the very top people aligned
But do you believe it? I doubt if you can
Considering what’s on the list
And what is prepared for us by those men
Looks not too enticing, at least.
Glossary:
Robodore Planetoid : a settlement of aliens on a planetoid named Robodore; a
portmanteau word for Robot and Adore; it means the
people are like robots and they adore their land
15 Terra Terrain : name of a distant alien star 15 system
Beta Curd Way : a huge super galaxy (like Milky Way)
Multiverse : many universes together
Spacedom : complete wisdom of space, being able to travel freely
in space
Zna : like our dna, the aliens have zna, gigantic nucleic acid
Robodorean : a dweller on Robodore
Spaceducation : education of space
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