Riling democracy on bayonet

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