Democracy Cursed

Privileges expected
Rights demanded
Silent majority
Dancing to the tune
Of a vocal few
Blaming destiny
Shrugging responsibility
Crying hoarse
Over raising taxes
A blind eye
To public inconveniences
Righteously indignant
At expectations unmet
It’s always others’ fault
Politicians are scoundrels
While lazy to vote
Vote does not matter
What will be will be
Powers to be
Seen through the facade
Of gullible masses
Manipulating laws
To their advantage
Power to the people
Become power to a few
Curse of Medusa
Turning people to stone
Not realizing
What they have
Neglected, abused
Once lost
Be a memory
A distant one
Sufferings unanswered
Heart turned to stone
Won’t shed tears

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

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