The democratic process is a mystery to some.
To others it’s a chance to pick the ripest, sweetest plum.
To some it is a threat that ought to be nuked out of sight.
Dictators remove its teeth so THEY keep all the bite.
I think it was in Athens, long ago in antic Greece,
Where people first began to want this sensible release
From tyranny, theocracy, and armies running things,
From royalty and loyalty to greedy queens and kings.
The Founding Fathers cobbled it together with a prayer,
And it survived a civil war by one rail-splitter’s hair.
Today it’s on the auction block; the highest bidder gets it;
Still, it’s inconceivable that anybody quits it.
I don’t know how you fix one if it’s rotten or exploded.
All I know is only fools with think it's been outmoded.
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