When democracy died, I was reading Kafka –
gunshots blared + factions fought for ideals
they thought worth dying for –
TVs tuned to Washington +
the White House went dark,
troops marched + destroyed dissidents.
When democracy died, we should’ve seen it coming –
the anger embraced by so many,
confused by conspiracies +
the way the world had progressed so fast –
average people left behind +
autocrats rallying rowdy mobs
of crazed citizens who chanted +
foamed at the mouth.
When democracy died, we became part of history +
lurched into a future where only strongmen survived,
a place not kind to artists,
a valley of the shadow of death where
only our faith could save us.