Your Democracy Poem by Muzahidul Reza

Your Democracy
1 December,2018

Then some say, "Decisions will be made
With the money from corruptions,
Why thought?
With the power of muscles,

Listen! listen! !
With the power of weapons
No problem, no problem
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! "

The cheap rooms of treachery
Under some fool and corrupted guys
With poisoned, rotten democracy
And open alcoholic hypocrisy;

Here and there lots of noises,
The evil force continues
Some call or laugh
Uttering, "Hey, hey, hey, hey"

Is understanding so tough?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Are all fully blind?
O, deep dark surrounded!

Still they call it democracy
What are democracies?
Diversities of anarchy, aristocracy,
Tyranny, dictatory, full of nasty policies!