Democracy: A Daydream Poem by Namita Rani Panda

Democracy a daydream
And equality a cry in wilderness
Only adorns the pages of voluminous documents
A false promise of a distant promised land
Here buds of flesh are crushed
In the womb before they bloom
Innocent flowers of flesh are sold by their mothers
For a square of meal
Or ravished and dashed to dust
For salacious pleasure and insatiable greed
Here wings of daughters are slit
And their dreams are pushed behind dark impenetrable chambers
Nepoleons are here backed by vicious and fiercely loyal media and law
Which they can bend to suit their needs like plastic flexible ruler
Relying on the welfare of the mass Boxers work harder
The bridge between the two gets wider and wider
To justify the corrupt rulers all-pervading are the Squallers
‘No-men' are stripped of their rights
Whereas ‘Yes-men' flower and flourish with a future brilliantly bright
All the apples and milk are reserved for them
The rest starve and suffer as if insects of drain
Decision is only in the hands of the rich and powerful
All are equal only on official papers
But some are more equal than others
It is the stark truth that prevails ever
Democracy a daydream
And equality a cry in wilderness
A farfetched ideology for the miserable mass
As for a hungry man a pot of glass
Full of delicious delight
Hung at an inaccessible height.

Foot Note: Nepoleon, Boxer and Squaller are characters form George Orwell's Animal Farm