THE FATHERS OF DEMOCRACY. {An original poem}

The fathers of democracy.
Are children of monarchy.
They are kleptomanic hands who hold on to power.
Like a baby to breast milk

The fathers of democracy.
Are the political elites.
Who takes the goverments fund for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
And still keep for their grandchildren

The fathers of democracy.
Are the vampires of the day.
They rule for fifty years.
Sucking every pint of resources in the bone marrow of the mass.
and still look like a chrysantheum in mid september

The fathers of democracy.
Are the giver of poverty.
In exchange for your vote.
They make you promise thousands as the filament of the sky.
Yet leave you to the vulture to die

The fathers of democracy.
Are the lions sitting on the key to emancipatiön.
They are seekers of justification.
But their good intention is just an exaggeration

The fathers of democracy.
Gives the people a choice.
But never the a chance to rule

The fathers of democracy.
Are the holders of power.
When i was born they were sitting like a tiger.
Today im twenty four years.
They are still sitting like an elephant

The fathers of democracy.
Are the ones sitting in houses of diamond.
And writing budgets for fifty years to come

The fathers of democracy.
Are slave trader wearing the skin of freedom.
They are the sleeping cats that earns incomes with multiple zeros.
While we toil like ants and still stay hungry as church rats

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