Death Of Democracy Poem by ANTONY PULLEN
Death Of Democracy
In the death bed,
Helpless lay democracy,
Crying aloud democry, democry-
Demockery -help me.
Leaders with wreath-
In their unstained hands,
Priests gatheredpraying,
Police positioned around,
To shoot at the sky.
To honour the soul,
Going to be departed soon.
Cry continued-demockery,
Demockery, help me, help me.
Cry stopped; death was silent.
Democracy rest in peace.
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