Bryan Taplits


Democracy - Poem by Bryan Taplits

What a store and a delight-
A stratagem which I believe,
A fracas-ed fount
(Where numbers count) -
Yes! This democracy.

But notice one flaw I see-
And seems much more than little,
A rape occurs, (it flies her fur)
And this one
is naught but criminal!

But what if it is one hundred-
Who does the slimy deed,
They still are swine-and it’s still a crime-
But it’s called: Democracy!


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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 2, 2011



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