And will there be Democracy, <br />where words are blown to pieces, <br />same as people who would speak <br />instead of praying on a mat <br />of peaceful colour, knitted with <br />the fibres of explosives and despair? <br /> <br />What once emerged with hope <br />for man to live together <br />in harmony of spirit and of liberty, <br />where no man be a tyrant <br />it is abused, shamefully used <br />for there can never be <br />a true Democracy <br />without much opium for the people, <br />one cannot have divergence <br />and inequality, without a ruler <br />who would make Dictatorship <br />a pleasant household word. <br /> <br />Remember Bill the Conqueror <br />and the WITAM, a council which, <br />for many, did decide their fate, <br />it was composed of noble men <br />who knew the truth of all the truths. <br />Today, take Ghana and Zimbabwe <br />with thug Mugabe, look at Iraq. <br /> <br />If there are differences <br />between the people <br />it sparks ambition <br />and leaves Democracy <br />an empty dream. <br />It is the rationale of hope, unfounded, <br />that Jesus Christ will soon return, <br />to be the ruler of utmost perfection <br />without a democratic thought <br />in sight between all manners of horizons.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/democracy-3/
