They hide behind their kind of democracy, <br />where the barrel of a gun, a gleaming knife <br />or knobbed baton speaks an own language, <br />to affirm the rights to life and possessions <br /> <br />while using human rights and socialism <br />to mask their much more darker demonic ways, <br />they break down culture, languages and religion <br />playing on the destructive need to possess <br /> <br />while scrapping merit, honour <br />and integrity along the way, <br />while opening the country’s borders <br />for every criminal in Africa. <br /> <br />They live in well-protected palaces, <br />with people serving and following <br />them like gods, <br />while they decide over the lot <br /> <br />of minor nations, <br />declare that AIDS does not exist <br />and make false promises <br />about farms and houses to their followers <br /> <br />while they are chasing after money, power and esteem <br />and herding women into their polygamist harems, <br />while a whole country is caught in the matrix <br />where robbery and killing is at the order of the day.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-hide-behind-their-kind-of-democracy/
