Democracy, a system often praised,
Assumes that those who vote are mostly sane.
But what if more than half of them are crazed?
Thus less than half, the sane ones that remain.
To whom would this minority complain?
To those who are elected by the ill?
What would such evil actors have to gain
By bending to a far-outnumbered will?
Democracy is not so hard to kill —
It dies, then comes a sick one party state.
The nation could be governed by a dill
To whom the crazy voters could relate —
Perhaps an old guy half way round the twist;
Could such a possibility exist?
— D.N. O’Brien
Oh, this one is precious, Dennis. It may be your best Spenserian sonnet yet.
Dennis N. O'Brien said:
Thanks Tom. Coming from you that is quite a compliment.