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Democracy
They come, knocking and banging your door
through the cracks they seize their way.
Panicky mantle bearers
loose their grip to lousy impostors.
Delight and comfort we yearn
abundant grain in our barn.
But will they ever resuscitate
mother from economic trance?
The in-roads are crumbling
the out-roads are sliding away.
Falling men of means
shall drown with their henchmen.
Then, we shall bathe in holy water
to cleanse our souls of sin
we have committed
on our search for democracy.
