28 November 2024

The system is working

The votes are cast
The minds made up
Change is promised
and swiftly delivered

The will of the people has been heard
The lesser of two evils has won
We only lose unimportant rights
We only tolerate inconsequential wrongs

On the altar of democracy
another principle is sacrificed
The red line is your blood
Or perhaps a piece of your soul

We do not see the machine for what it is
because we do not see ourselves for what we are
We are the machine
Emotions cancel out

Heavy is the burden of responsibility
We bear it in our hearts, in our dreams
We bear it in our wars, in violence
Apathy stares back into your soul

If nothing has value, neither do you