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
Awakened by a siren
Aching like a wound
We're driven out as we utter
The turnings of the womb
Swelling as we're tutored
By the wendings of desire
Swept away by water
Travestied by fire
The vital force of irony
Stabs us like a brier
Churning up a whirlwind
As we tumble in the mire
Vanquished by an idol
Beguiled by a look
Overwhelmed by a smile
Or twisting on a hook
We're spun and cut by the fates
In pursuit or in retreat
Gurgling like infant kings
Or bawling in defeat
Written by © Raven Drake
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