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by niraj shah


Conscious minds,
you won’t find.
If everyone looks out for themselves,
who's gonna look at societal problems and delve?
The “invisible hand”
isn’t an admissible plan
when greed seeps deep, seeks and steals
to be more grand.
Demos kratos,
the hope’s lost ghosts;
the innocents,
left in a fall,
the victimless, safe in a vault.
Seems to denote,
fiefdom, isn’t over.
Still with the right to vote,
freedom, is a misnomer.
We’re presented with representatives unprecedentedly superlative..
Super! Let’s give
them the power
to speak on our
We have,
Let’s elect policies of persons,
as if there aren’t agendas
behind the curtains.
They work for votes in the guise of inclinations,
then win and delegate the task to the next administration.
Resounding un-accounting,
to debts,
crediting our eventual threats.
As they hold us in liability,
we lie in instability.
Currency’s on the decline,
and our hands are supine,
awaiting the feed of the next line.