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To My Friend
So what do you think of democracy?
I think it rhymes well enough
With unheralded Greek aristocracy
Democracy is a Greek bluff
Opinions differ on how to
Correctly spell the name
Clysphenes, some say, and others argue
Cleisthenes, they go, what a shame
We are clashing on most every problem
Problems grow, then again they disperse
Rulers decide should I live more nobly
Will it be for better or worse?
The best way to whitewash a tyranny
Is to make everyone responsible
This task Clysphenes did brilliantly
With the illusion of right it is possible
To support someone who don’t know
If them voters alive or dead
You just vote and they count up the show
The winner may be good or bad
Means nothing what person you are
You vote doesn’t count anymore
Go to astrologist ask where’s your star
In the constellation of war
You've been given responsibility
For those whom you didn't trust
But it’s over, your protest activity
Matters less than a pile of dust
That's the trick of Clysphenes
Feel guilty for your inability
For what you couldn't do regardless
But you’re burdened with liability
I remember a Texan James Haritas
He was a man of bright wits
He said let me tell you a thing about us
"Beware of Greeks giving gifts".
Copyright ©
Gregory Colodub
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