DEMOCRACY

© RYAN GUILEY

Those who travelled past our paths,

Will never realize, what it took,

Until they will be alone on their raft,

Swallowed and tangled by the hooks.

 

Not to be free, and imprisoned by fear,

Broken and in a world filled with distress,

As nobody will hear their call or tears,

As their heart will rattle in their chest.

 

Faces will become like vicious attackers,

Ready to harm at any given moment,

Your psyche destroyed like illegal hackers,

No place secure, looking for an airway to vent.

 

Being terrified and hiding inside a dark closet,

The world weighs on your shoulders from a choice,

Being so thirsty, as there are no running faucets,

Trying to make a sound, but it will not make a noise.

 

 Your body being uncontrollable and seeing flashes,

The pressure ready to explode at any trice,

No one to guard you as you took too many lashes,

Horrified and hearing shattering sounds that incise.

 

The corruption and the deliberate inequalities,

For them to fill their buckets with dollars and coins,

The wind will blow, as it make more than a breeze,

Being insolation in a corner and have nothing to join.

 

Is this a democracy? Or a nation without pride?

The Charter was for protection and regulation,

They can argue as they have a fair right to be tried,

But freedom should never be infringed in our nation.

 

The tip of true encounters of what I have face,

She was the only one who experience my path,

We will never forget and it will never be erased,

Our Constitution is the law and not a draft.