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DEMOCRACY
It is merely the colour they replace
not the content, and make distance
with rickety slogans engulf the waves
that trap tears before dreams revolt
what use lamenting the shipwreck in a void
or braving the moral remains
or the day's frail fabric in a dead world:
no good as a gauze for the sick
or shroud for the dying: their flags deceive all
in the name of democracy
they mock the millions with substanceless noise
while funeral dreams haunt my sleep
I hang nobody's picture in my chamber
but see their shadows masturbate
in damp corners or seduce in poppy light
the crooks and righteous alike
