democracy

Land of gold and proud parades,inside every broken housedwells an agitated mouse;—ammo waits in mountain caves. Glitter shines on evening gowns,while self-appointed agents goafter children in the snow;—tax evaders polish crowns. All of Caesar’s beds are warm,as every discontented man,now an avid partisan,sells tickets for the firestorm. Bodies lie along the wall,and little birds with Read more