Perils Of Governance Poem by John Sensele

Democracy dies
When a cocktail of openness and tolerance cries
In the vice of myopia
Rusting in throes of death in Utopia

Where cabals of conspiracists
Hobnob with fascists and racists
To usurp tenets of democracy
Metamorphosed into autocracy

Demagogues extol
Despite the tribal toll
It takes on the national image
Projected in tandem with the vitriol visage

That peels off the form and spirit
Which over the years held the grit
Characterizing the heart and soul
Democracy demands in its goal

As the governance system of the people
For the greater good of their tipple
In which the poor and the rich collaborate
To create spaces where one another they tolerate.