R.I.P Democracy

Self-explanatory Poem of Loss

Finally, there’s no one left, no echoes, no one to hear the falling down of rain. Nothing moves, turns, climbs, everything is caught standing still

It started with illegitimate lies told while the truth was kept behind bolted doors, no key could be found, so old lies were dusted off and retold

It was a lingering death, passing in silence, as night into day, while no one heard its last breath, it’s anxieties unresolved, given up to blind trust

Damn those leaders who told us to expect that one day, things will change, go back to what we’re told was normal. Where now are the guardians of truth?

There must be reasons for this unnoticed disappearance of a democracy, lost without passion, just a nation that was built on a sagging floor

The democratic experiment is now no more than a vision, a poltergeist, a ghost who walks the People’s House after Congress and the Senate left

What we have done was done deliberately, starting with misplaced sensibilities in a president who took no pride in his words or his influence

Figures, once citizens of a brave new world now move behind barred windows, shadows passing drawn blinds, in the landscape of a dictatorship

Who knew the span of America’s concentration? Short lived dreams, learning no new lessons, quick to battlefields, but not the one at home

Democracy was always a battle lost. While all our backs were turned, some new culture crept in, so evil, so powerful, that of an uncrowned king

What tore to shreds our moral bible, our societies desire to love? It came like a virus, vaccine resistant to 300 million battles against one to one

The harvester came and no wheat was there, no love ever fostered, only shells and tanks are rusting there, a lunar landscape barren, and bare

Children are starving, men are dying while we live complaining about the price of gas, inflation, while we, whole and safe, are not fleeing from home

We only see each other at some distance, disappearing in the mist of disbelief, but it’s happening before our eyes, a democracy just out of our grasp

R.I.P democracy, you weren’t here long enough, we miss you, the dream that cannot be our children’s dream, no distress signals ever, no sign of S.O.S.