Democracy In A Coffin
Democracy in a Coffin”
They wrapped the flag around his mouth,
called it freedom,
then shot him for speaking.
The ballot box bleeds ink and oil,
votes drowned
in rivers of silence.
Statues stand on broken backs,
names carved in stone—
not to honor,
but to forget.
Children chant anthems
in empty classrooms,
their futures auctioned
for one more war,
one more lie.
This isn't a nation—
it's a graveyard
with borders.
Copyright © Emmanuel Balele | Year Posted 2025
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