Author’s Note: History shows us that we should never be complacent about democracy.
Content warning: Allusion to autocracy and tyranny.
A man sows bitter seeds
in fertile ground.
They turn into a weed,
and run rampant.
Bright flowers try to bloom
some way, somehow.
The weed gives them no room,
creeping closer.
Until only the weed
breathes free and clear.
Until only their need
counts in their world.
They do not see the crushed
petals bleeding.
They do not stop their rushed
relentless growth.
The weed continues spreading
without a care.
Unseen poisons threading
the barren ground.
All watch as the weed grows
wild and wilder.
A man reaps what he sows
in loud acclaim.
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