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Democracy

June 17, 2005

6/17/2005


Democracy should be —
Carried through the winds —
To every home and hovel —
Scattered, in the sands.


I wonder how it would be —
If every one was free —
Our souls at liberty —
To follow every star —


Democracy is not —
Your fellow man in chains —
For pursuit of aims —
In a place forgot.


Can we speak of freedom —
When people are enslaved?
For being the wrong “kind” —
Our democracy’s betrayed.


“Forsooth was it fair —
For white-man three — 
To equal black-man five” —
Inequity to me.


Democracy should be —
Dispersed throughout the winds —
To every poem and story —
Scrambled, in the sands —

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