On my way home, this late afternoon,
I happened to meet a bunch of
Loathsome blokes, happy toasting
Each other's success.
Such corrupt, despicable and vile people
Praised the beauty of democracy, when
Money can buy it, displaying their broad
Satisfaction for how they could bend the laws to their
Will so as to preserve and extend their privileges.
Giggling, they asked me if I knew what
Friday, July 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: democracy,dignity,equality,freedom,liberty