God Help Us!

Out of dire need, i went to the high offices of those we stood in winding queues to elect.
You know, the representatives of the people, by the people, for the people, of our democracy
I found a demoncracy

An alien outlier society of people so detached from our lives.
People with heads above the clouds
Too proud to stoop down low
And talk to me sitting on a cobbled floor
The chair and settee embossed in gold too precious for me to sit.

The list
Conspicuous consumption
Officious assumptions
Deadly dialectical deals
For many working there meals on wheels
Nepotism?
Despotism?
You said it
I felt it.

I turned on my weary heels
No one cared how it feels
Went home by bus
God help us!

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