A truism…a tall tale…a fib
Perhaps democracy is tranquility with rules and regulations made by people who is unable to hear the sound of their self-interest
overcrowded by their own hunger which can never be filled, because it’s a hunger of denial that our country is impoverished by corruption and objection to the voice of the voiceless
Possibly the application of democracy
exists within the implementation of hypocrisy
fabricated in clothes of decision-making
at the expense of public ambiguity
Is democracy consensus of diversity
through the entrance of hierarchy
Talk, talk, and talk… echo, echo, and echo
With the intend of purpose or perhaps not
Probably the finer ingredients of democracy
is autocracy and communism dancing on a socialist tune of mobilization at the expense of civic ignorance
The fading color of sensitization with sensitivity of the insensitive
by caring for people in a careless way
is what brings light to the misunderstanding of democracy
The hemisphere of democracy
exists only in the mind of the individual conceived by honesty, bred by integrity, created with the understanding of transparency
however, imperfect by the boundaries of their own existence
Democracy, a vanishing bleakness of conventional manipulation by the uninvolved interest, fading into a rich color of public apathy
Democracy the cliché
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