Democracy, listen to me !
The thing that brings you down
shows you the way up
and turns you around.
Once buried deep inside
like a mole it tunneled deep
until it surfaced with nowhere to hide.
Finally, you see and can follow its trail,
the one it uses to make you fail.
As it once used you,
now, you can use it, too.
It shows you its way,
this mole which would lead
all in your garden astray.
Their ruse is finally up, I say.
Now, all can see the mole
that disrupts your glory,
that twists your best story
into lost ideals and weakens
you and steals your garden’s beauty.
Finally, you can do your duty.
The mole’s trail, you can follow
and truth can overcome the hollow
shouts of destructive success
as you clean up mole’s mess
and make your garden look its best.
Follow the mole, uproot its trails.
Fill in its tunnels.
Dig deeper than ever before,
Democracy, to restore;
and, reseed the garden
until it becomes true
that this garden is the best of you.
Democracy, never fear.
A new Spring will soon be here.
annarino writes 