My feelings

Democracy is
           a sparrow with
a broken wing

Those who broke it
          Say:
It was them it was them the
villains.

Darkness descends
and is called light.
To see clearly in this “light”
what “must be done” is
to be blind, madly it is to be
a rabid dog who
has forgotten
everything, and everyone.
Foam is Truth they say and rage
Fidelity.

Where the ledge of hope
     for the teetering soul?