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STAINS OF DEMOCRACY
Ah, Democracy, that grand charade
Where every voice is equal made.
But think, what chaos this has bred
With common folk so widely led!
A vote for every man and Bio?
Come now, let's be serious, still.
Why trust the masses with the fate
Of nations large and issues great?
Behold the wisdom of the few
The enlightened ones who truly knew
The paths to power, gold, and oil—
Why let the commoners this spoil?
They debate in squares, protest in streets
Disturb our peace with angry tweets.
Why suffer noise from every faction
When silent work breeds true satisfaction?
Our forebears knew a simpler time
When power was held by birth—sublime!
No need for ballots, polls, or stance
When lineage alone advanced one's chance.
Think of the money saved from polls
The forests spared from ballot rolls.
Let's toast to simpler, quieter ways
Where few decide the nation's days.
Copyright ©
Hakim Fuhad Mansaray
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