The Death of Democracy
So on this New Year’s Day
I’ll raise a cup to democracy
And drink to its death.
For the whole idea
Ere it could ever draw a breath.
Even as the midwives struggled
To get the babe to breathe
There were those who lurked,
In shadows, seeking to deceive.
For in the grubby grasp of fake news
Where the media holds sway.
Those who own that message
Control who has a say.
With cunning, guile and transparency
They throw lies into the fray
To ensure that in this day and age
It’s them that gets their way!
When money talks
It buys the truth
That everybody believes.
Those who own the media
Set out the case
For the robber thieves.
Democracy never stood a chance –
Fingers tightened round its throat.
Now we watch the bloated bankers
Sit around and gloat.
Without the truth there is no chance
For wise choices to be made.
The wealthy used their gold
And the assassins were all paid.
Opher – 1.1.2020
Well my first poem of a new decade proved to be a bit dark.
I cannot help thinking that we are all being manipulated and lied to by the media. The wealthy own the papers and control TV and radio too. They run the world for profit. Their motives are transparent.
If you are not given the facts you cannot make an informed decision.
If you are consistently lied to you may start to believe what you are told.
Fake news is undermining the entire fabric of our society.
Real news is called fake by populist leaders.
Experts are side-lined and conveniently ignored.
Profit is the key word.
How can you have a free election when people are being blatantly lied to and manipulated?
How can any democracy work when the elite control the media?
Democracy does not stand a chance until we have unbiased news!!
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Democracy – something to dream about.