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Litter of trash and debris of corpses

Stench of blowflies, decay, maggots

Counting the casualties, all-in losses

With ideologies of an exorbitant rot

Pay no attention to its sickly colours

Huddle under naught but old prayers

All left unheard by those with power

Desecrating humans into scavengers

Scattered, diseased, a corrupted vein

Severed from life of a wicked system

For economy, for democracy or idiocy

Wolves in suits thirst more for insanity

The nation is mourning in bereft wails

But everyone gregariously hears to fail

And they’re too busy bickering over the sound

Of a dead country being lowered on the ground.

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Democracy For The Dead

“The graveyard is not normally a democracy, and yet death is the great democracy, and each of the dead had a voice, and an opinion…and they were each determined to be heard, that night.” ~The Graveyard Book; Neil Gaiman

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A whisper lost in chasmic shadows, seemingly hallucinatory sound of a slither

So let the strangers talk loudly and blither, let their rusty voices echo and shiver

Roaming souls naked, stark, transparent, inert bodies ever decaying and withered

In a place meant for utmost silence and misery, yet it buzzes clear with deathly hithers

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The resting and the restless all have their personal stories to purvey and entail

But unfortunately, dead rotten men and dry dusty bones can’t possibly tell no tales

Their unheard opinions, smoke from their mouth, are transformed into wispy grey fog

That haunts the cemetery, rolling, choking, tendrils, the cleanest air it clogs

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The sick and the diseased, the victims and the murdered, the horridly executed in hate

The innocent hearts alongside the thieving rats, all are equal and have one final date

They all pray for democracy for the dead, to let their sussurus voices do some justice

Listen very closely in the dead of the coldest dislimned night, and one just might hear them speak.

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Sovereign Putrescence

All the dukes and duchesses, off with their pretty heads

And kings and queens, all royal blood will dance in their deathbeds

And those who dare defy and rule with an iron fist

Shall be stripped of their power and to the bloodlust public released

And what is the meaning of equal, when the humans all thirst

For utter power and dominance over others, to be the very first?

And to give the masses power, might just be the ideal suggestion

If only there weren’t so many huge loopholes leading to corruption

Is there anyone at all could find a proper and just solution

And stop giving the way of rule a rotten definition?

But for all the clever geniuses and philanthropists in the world

They get overlapped by the gullible and the megalomaniac’s words

And from this army against, only endless war can wage

Until we are extinct, until the world only passes a crimson age

If only we would stop giving way to those who condescend unfairly

Then maybe the pureness of the world wouldn’t be lost in a government of idiocracy.

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