'I Know That I Know Nothing' Poem by Mark Heathcote

Some don't require barred windows or locked doors
whatever crimes frankly they've committed
by far the worst, apathy, omitted.
The fact they no longer care, everything bores?
But who jangles their keys, makes them sit-up
on their scabby knees, lap dancers to please.
If not themselves, they are their masters' pup
pulled on, short leads by nobodies.
Are we not all governed by thirty tyrants?
Who amongst us now has-any-real freedom?
'Democracy doesn't bring omniscience.'
Its camouflage meant to greatly-deepen
our divides closing tightly shut our eyes.
Makes-fools believe they've got a compromise.