I am a democracy as a dear citizen,
The living of ownership is by dictation.
Throughout the world’s crust my energy is lust,
Never the level of complaint as a trust.
The democratic punch will hurt the men,
Who are the women in the den?
This den is a lair for the thorough work
Operating in the snowy artwork.
May democracy rule the pleasure of men,
Just as the governing of people is again.
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