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Democracy is a fragile Patient
Democracy is a fragile patient
That we must treat with care
Lest it breaks
Like glass in our palms;
The painkillers on its bedside
Assuages its pain and reconstructs its soul
The placebo is water
And quinine on the drip bottle.
There is no sun in its face;
Man's abberations're
Masquaraded in the public gallery,
Behold the mess scattered all over,
The savannah country is bared by deceit;
In us humans, the cure of our ill-health
Is obfuscated by the hypocrisy in our hearts.
