Democracy

As royal heads rolled, parchments wet with inky prose,

man rose to claim sovereignty from God and chose

to rule over himself, himself to rule alone.

Surely it's better for all to decide

what is wrong and what is right.

If man's nature is good and

evil but an aberration.

There will be peace for generations.

Instead there's genocide and mass detention.

Puppet leaders and rigged elections.

Mass produced misery, hate and greed.

Poisoned lakes and burning trees.

Broadcasted lies of things getting better,

whilst the ballot box is as good as a shredder.

With a vote we can turn lead to gold.

The collective voice is right, or so we were told.

Man's heart is not pure, evil not an aberration,

but part of his design, passing through the generations

to now, where drone strikes can destroy

A town of thousands and leave it level.

Man tried to remove God from office

but forgot to remove the devil.