Demented Democracy?

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democracy, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐲?

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

A Bottom-up Problem

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democracy, Demos, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐀  𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦-𝐮𝐩  𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦

The quality of a democracy

Depends upon the state of the demos.

Observe the voters — for it’s there you’ll see

The quality of a democracy.

Do they choose to be safe, or to be free?

Love liberty, or couldn’t give a toss?

The quality of a democracy

Depends upon the state of the demos.

— D.N. O’Brien

State of Decay

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Australian poet, Decline of the West, democracy, Friedrich Nietzsche, Oswald Spengler, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘆

I fear that Nietzsche may have got it right:
Democracies will decompose to dust.
I read his thoughts, I slept, then woke in fright!
I fear that Nietzsche may have got it right —
His prophecy that that which shone so bright,
Will tarnish over time and turn to rust.
I fear that Nietzsche may have got it right:
Democracies will decompose to dust.

— D.N. O’Brien

Bad Body Image

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Australian poet, Body Politic, Civilizational decline in the West, democracy, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, politics

Bad Body Image

It’s not just politicians, friends;
They’ve always worked to their own ends.
You wonder what is tired and sick?
It is the body politic.

Tipping Point

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democracy, immigration, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, multiculturalism, poem, poetry, refugees, Western Decline

They’ve finally reached tipping point.
Their enemy’s queen they’ll anoint.
For they’ve been invaded;
Their armory raided;
They’ve lost all control of the joint.

Cuckoo Land

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democracy, Fifth Column, Infiltration, Islamism, limerick, poem, poetry

In our midst now the enemy lives.
His transgressions the system forgives.
Our freedoms he uses
To frustrate accusers;
His aim – to supplant the natives.

Democracy

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australian formal poetry, democracy, Formal poetry, poem, poetry

Dictatorship naturally arises out of democracy, and the most aggravated form of tyranny and slavery out of the most extreme liberty. – Plato

A system that assumes that the majority,
Regardless of their current mental state,
Will vote for men and women with authority
To guide a nation to a better fate.

It seems to work while in its early stages,
Before the mob supplants the civilized,
Then greed demands less work but higher wages,
And handouts, bribes and circuses are prized.

Now race and youth and fairer sex are courted
By one side, while the other takes what’s left.
With unity and integration thwarted;
The state into two warring sides is cleft.

Before long half the country is on welfare;
The other half is picking up the bill.
The warnings are ignored, and pollies don’t care,
For most of them are sucking at the swill.

By now the biggest industry is suing;
The injured and offended clog the courts.
With dollars in their bank accounts accruing;
The country is awash with schemes and rorts.

Vote buying’s in full swing, the debt is soaring;
Decay is now the overwhelming smell.
From ivory towers the privileged ignoring
That with the plebs they’ll soon end up in hell.

From there it’s all downhill as nothing delays
The final and inevitable crunch,
When people are reminded there is always
A price to pay for having a free lunch.

Feeling Blue

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democracy, feelin blue, largesse, poem, poetry

I’m feeling just a little blue,
A prophecy is coming true.
Democracy’s near death I guess,
The mob is voting for largesse.
There’s been a smash, there’s been a crash,
So capital they want to trash.
Although there’s nothing else that works;
They’re full of hate these leftie jerks.

Copyright © Dennis N. O’Brien, 2011