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Democracy At Last
-by Jared McBride
Rubber bullets
(whizzing past)
Thank God, Democracy I found at last
Tear gas
(burning my eyes)
Democracy, were you just hiding in disguise?
Batons
(bashing my brain)
Promise me, democracy, things will always remain the same
Black boots
(kicking in my skull)
Democracy, I adore what you extoll
Handcuffs
(hands behind my back)
Now democracy I can totally relax
The cold prison door
(slammed in my face)
Democracy, make sure I'm erased
Democracy you're always been my friend
I promise to never raise my voice again
Jared McBride recently graduated from Northeastern University with a degree in History. He can be reached here: Jaredhw61@yahoo.com
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