The Art of Democracy by the Autocrats.

They sit in chairs, high in office but low in morals,

their tables show the capers of a paper trail that is lit

by more than flames of fire, they burn with people’s

lives lost to avarice, abuse of power, an alter-ego that

professes and stresses while manipulating the minds


of  the electorate, to empower the cowering frauds, 

who love to disempower, destroying their livings 

and still they hear the half truths as gold and the

lies as silver, and make a cross for the dross who 

struggle to hide their glee as the free vote for chains.