Poetry

Enlighten-Meant

Maybe it isn’t right
My sleeping soundly at night
While other are away dying
Putting their lives on the line, fighting
Innocent people crying, laying,
Losing, and minding the loss of security

Governmental upheaval
Governmental betrayal
Governmental masterminding
With propaganda on fictional TV.

The strings of deceit
To make marionettes out of
Countries, cities, lives, hearts, and souls

All In the name of democracy

Democracy, it works for me

And all those that live in this country
And ideally it would be on every continent
Across the world and widely
Accepted, but that isn’t reality, it’s fantasy

So instead of horribly organizing our meddling
(instead of seeking the power of oil maliciously)
And getting revenge aggressively
Perhaps we swallow some pride cautiously
And just let bygones be.

Copyright 2007 Maiku