Is this a Democracy?

Butterflysyd Poems

Dear Mr. President Envelopes in folded letters Rustic paper encased with spiderwebs, the smell of library books Dear Mr. President, Is this a democracy I ask? My parents did not vote for you But you are the bully pulpit Entrusted with this country’s democracy And the people beg you to restore our democracy But you will not listen You answer our cries with pure hate You do so with no emotion You spit in the face of the people Is this a democracy? Ignorance, greed, and wealth over the jaded citizens Over restoring the melting planet Mother Nature expresses her fury in California with her raging fires And the Earth is drowning in her tears Is this a democracy? Is this a democracy, where color is equal to felons and hoodlums You hold not a tinge of remorse for how we hurt The Lord knows our tears are silent to you Is defunding the school system a democracy? You take everything from us Then take everything from our kids The pupils threatened more than ever at the shooter’s will You sacrificing the lives of the innocent for the wants of the selfish Who are free to take their shot Is this a democracy? Is this a democracy? When your policies benefit the 1% The wealthy The small margin We greatly outnumber them is size but they devour us in power You let them have it Is this a democracy? Dear Mr. President, Little do you know We the people are staging a rebellion Playtime is over You old buffoon! You spit in the face of the people How dare you abuse us You can’t silence the people You can’t break those who are broken We are the beauty in the broken glass Shattered because after falling 245 times we get up once more We are the ones who will never give up For you can’t silence us Dear Mr. President, Our riots are deafening