Demockery

First Posted: 11/05/07
Posted by: Ahkenaton

T
 hrough sliding times and many shifting years
The cyclic chime
The unending soon to be ended rhyme
The rise, the treasonous fall
They live and die
The populous
No idea why
Relegated to mere things on the end of a string
A nefarious few
Doing all the lying and pulling

Freedom
The  oblivious not even remotely free
How can that be?
Wonders that always pompous 
Champion of Democracy
Elected he says
No single man can rule here for too long
Majority rules
At a glance perhaps
Under the scope vivid are the  tools 

It was never about one
But the styling of a handful
From the hill to the pew
Look around
Turn off that false  sound
Founder
Flounder
Ponder
It's a group of like minded power-hungry creatures
Ruling since, well, forever 
It seems
What's in a label?
Liberal
Conservative
Left and right
They squabble in the sun
And fuck each other, perversely, in the scale of night

Manipulation is an art
A science for some
The hand behind the curtain machinates the dumb
It suits somebody
The "majority"
Largely uneducated, totally miseducated and distracted 
The shallow, tainted yellow, pool of society
And all the other idiotic "upsides" of the spoon-fed technology
So bawl all you want about this...
Billions wasted on "war" whatever that is
None for more pressing business
And about that
A turbaned boogeyman man in every crack
Dunce en vogue
Who's wearing that cap?

If you are one of the lucky few
Who may have a semblance of a clue
Who may have noticed the invisible walls of the your jail cell
Who may have noticed the scent of pollution
The sadistic evil beneath the illusion
The scorns and the pawns
The erosion of the little things human
It's not about you
In a Demockery
It's the majority
The "people" that counts 
And the majority
Are why they love
Democracy
The perfect dictators tool
Cherished by the insidious
Championed by many an unwitting and wide-awake, scheming  fool

Where will "you" be
When history repeats itself
What can "you" do
Nothing!
When the red and yellow
Are midtown strolling, down Park Avenue
Everything as it seems?
I think not!
When old glory is being mourned  in haunted dreams
Where is all that coveted bling?
Now that the eagles have fallen and the apple pie is burnt and burning
Where will "you" be?
You, the shrill face of Democracy

Change changes around and back
To some it matters not

God save our gracious plutocracy
Home of the codded land of the confined free
And a weeping liberty
It was history when your pod was flying
It will be history when your pod is dying
How many marching west from east have you seen?
Were there any signs of the presiding queen?

It's mostly effry

This and that vaunted Demockey

© 2007 Ahkenaton  

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