Democracy Poem by Martine Kolber
Democracy
Bagages on airports
Cars in front of Cafés
People amongst people
Everything explodes
But not here
But not yet here
So we can oversee
Those explosions
Distant habit
A child kneels
At democracy’s tomb
Dear Sirs, Dear Presidents
If we do not protect democracy
Over there, do we here?
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democracy: demo-crazy! hi martine, do you know the new definition of democracy? o'f'f the people, b'u'y the people, f'a'r the people..............
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4/19/2024 4:14:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Dear Sirs, Dear Presidents If we do not protect democracy Over there, do we here? it is we the people who have to defend ourselves..is it not so sacred to us....10 read mine anywhere, humble submission... anywhere....merci, rain god