The Death of Democracy

It was dying. Now it’s gone!

Opher's World

The Death of Democracy

It whimpered.

It’s tiny cry

A beacon of hope.

Strangled at birth

By greed,

Power,

Arrogance,

And disdain.

Buried

Under a mound

Of lies.

Its ashes

Spin

Spin

Spin

In the machine

Of power

Where the big dogs play.

All that’s left

Is a game,

A hollow farce.

Spin,

Lie,

Spin.

Play up! Play up!

As the red meat

Of unlucky scapegoats

Is fed to the timid runts.

Only the powerful

Count.

We are controlled

Like mindless

Counters

In a game

Of tiddly-winks.

Opher 18.1.2022

They play us for fools.

They think we will believe anything.

Our short attention spans are so limited.

Our forgetfulness makes us easy to manipulate.

We are being played.

They are good at it.

Only occasionally does their arrogance create a misstep.

The trouble is that they are right.

Too many of us are taken in by these smarmy conmen.

The…

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