Mark R Slaughter

Democracy - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Now could we all agree to differ? –
Set our quarrels straight.
We'll place our cards upon the table –
Call each other ‘mate’.
Accept that we can’t all concur – it
Simply can’t be done!
So exercise democracy –
Our freedom from the gun.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009

Comments about Democracy by Mark R Slaughter

This member does not wish to get comments on his/her poem(s).
  • (8/6/2009 12:34:00 PM)

    Mark, you wisely inspire, to collaborate;

    No! 'Men' have not agreed to differ-
    their quarrels obviously, crookedly-straight
    No friendly 'mate' calls, but with compromised semantics
    Accept? When no human brain can concur when
    perplexed with war condoned flawed politics and preached,
    controversial inhuman religious doctrine.

    'Freedom will have abolished war'- when 'We', as
    evolved decent Omnipresent humanoid creatures will have
    been enlightened as to inherent, insightful feelings of
    'Love, Empathy and Compassion for ALL of forsaken
    Earth's 'life' Family, Immortal and Universal'

    (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • (4/3/2009 10:03:00 PM)

    Truth penned unashamedly and poetically. For thirteen years, my family and I belonged to 'The Learning Co-op', a parent-run community school with around 35 kids and one teacher-coordinator. The school was run as a participatory democracy (if you didn't like something, you voiced your concern and did something about it) and despite many alternative points of view, this magical experiment in alternative education worked a treat. The weekly commitment of half a day per family was challenging, and the weekly co-op meeting was dreaded by most of us and often finished close to midnight, but the kids were cherished and challenged and the parents had a feeling of satisfaction as they were directly responsible for their children's well-being. I have always regarded my citizenship in a democracy (albeit a flawed one) as a privilege and regard it as imperative that I always voice my political concerns. I also believe that if the world were 'run' by women, relations between nations would be different. When you give birth, it changes you, somehow. Makes you regard your place on this planet as an honor, not a right. Makes you more tolerant of different points of view. Thanks for the reminder. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

Read all 2 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 26, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 8, 2011

[Report Error]