THE TEXT OF YOUR TEXT
you texted me to tell me
that i must be delusional
not to believe democracy
is doomed, on its
last legs
all that talk of
by and for the people
already well on
its way to becoming
laughably quaint
but
not so quaint or genteel
the armoured personnel
carriers full to the brim
with paramilitaries
screetching to a halt
pistols, automatic
rifles at
the ready
primed to debate
the finer points of political philosophy
poems 2 die for 