Democracy
Democracy
By virtue of self-rule
I was born,
for social conduct, a tool.
One step at a time, I travel
miles a million, growing old.
Having popular support,
I’m cherished.
Yet, at the mercy of dark forces
I lie vulnerable, feeling threatened.
If it is people who build me,
it is also them, who break.
And it is the people who are the ones
at benefit or loss.
Finally, it is the people who’ve got to choose,
Is it is me or the dark forces
which does them amuse?