Democracy is two Foxes and a Chicken
Democracy is like two foxes and a chicken deciding what to have for dinner; righteousness is distorted by the vote. By marches the band of fire and fury; logic sold for popular acceptance. You read the papers, you buy the brands, majority defeats minority despite the apparent truth. You sentence death and brainwash offspring, vomiting a growth of a production of bodies, into a politically ungoverned democracy of the masses opinion. You are an angry mob; you vend and vent your judgment for a momentary alliance of response. You are the angry mob; a plague of ignorance. Two wrongs make a right in a democracy of an idiots vote. Torch his house and kill his goat, rape his wife and cut his throat, slay the cat and wear the coat, drown the misfit and watch her float. You are the angry mob; you’re a society allowed; you pursue aloud, you trail proud, as you perpetually follow the crowd.
It’s funny, how a political system that was set up to give you a voice, has rendered you voiceless.
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