Democracy

She picked it up,

And so did he,

So did the non-binary.

It was all heavy,

Painted,

Different colours , faded.

Democracy leaves me jaded,

However I still try lifting it,

Along with the rest of them.

We sweat, bleed and cry,

Lifting that painted finger,

Up in the sky,

Not even a bird can deny,

How high democracy flies,

So that our hopes don't die.