By Atok Dan
In the fallacious democracy of our time,
We know that we want,
That we talk of,
Military uniform in action,
bayonet at work
guards on alert
Democracy of the dead,
With riling democracy of nascent states on the continent,
report it the way we say it,
in the perfection of our demands,
we still call it our excellent democracy
having not seen it does less of a denial
of its existence,
Our democracy at work
Nuisance and nonsense democracy of nascent states
On riling democracy, we cry faults
A bullet rivals ballots
A bullet riddles ballots boxes
A boot stampedes peaceful queues of jovial voters,
Democrats end up in cemeteries for votes rigged
In riling the democracy of looters,
Heroes draped like hounds on the race course,
Readied to kill,
To maim in exchange for bloody victory
But multiple orphanages are their offspring
Sufferings,
Destitution form part of a claimed victory
In only democracy of the dead can equality prevail,
Where winners wound off for soil
In riling democracy on the bayonet,
Demos are heavy-handed by the apparatus of power,
Wolves of fixed procedural outcomes
Determinants of the stage,
Of expressions of sorts