Serv’s brief poem (for Whisper)

Democracy, perhaps an unreasonable desire,

given that those who rule deny us this

while giving the impression it is our right.

Democracy:  the voice of the people

who chose their rulers, hoping for true representation

when all they are given is a smokescreen for the truth.

Democracy:   a label obscuring the real agenda:

Those very few who control our future

by their very greed and lust for power,

who take us into war, unwanted and unwarranted.

So we abandon out birthright,

And call it Free Election!

And we believe ourselves satisfied:

only we have this advantage...

this we tell ourselves,

and bury ourselves in the Media:

There, you see!

But... listen well...

The only true Democracy is found on the streets

in the hearts and minds of those who are not afraid.

You cannot win, we are told, we know better,

we speak for you...

but we know better still: time will prove us

Right.

And they call it Anarchy, and we, sociopaths.

Perhaps it is time for a new definition of terms.

Dee is for death of spirituality as Nietszche foretolds

when the M means puppet monarchies that still enthrall us

I like the Crazy Zen swords that kills and gives life

Racy formula one cars burned billions of our monies

or there is still one minority Race that dominate the wolrd

guess it right before the sunlight of alkahfi retreat

Wagner hinted at us the magic Spear and Ring of Nieubeliung

aha this is opera and high music drama, not the Real Cokes !

Abu Zhulixin Tea Hut is near and boiling hot, welcome..