Democracy is not grown and cultivated
In crimson poppy fields that bathe in the sun
Democracy is not a shield to hide behind
When your deceit finally becomes unspun.
Democracy cannot be wrestled from the grasp
Of men who rule with a tyrannical lash
Democracy is not a beautiful phoenix
That soars from conquered cities reduced to ash.
I don't know a great deal about Democracy alot of things don't sink in with me but I can see you referring to important events. I don't want to make a fool of myself saying much more on something I'm not hiked up on I do like it though.
we live in a democracy lucky or not it seems to be eroded every minute, freedom and democracy is it still there, we have still got the I suppose. I like the way yuou expressed it in your poem, please read the game,
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I would like to translate this poem
John if democracy is not what you have intimated... them prey tell us...what is democracy... Regards Alf