Democracy

By virtue of self-rule

I was born,

for social conduct, a tool.

One step at a time, I travel

miles a million, growing old.

Having popular support,

I’m cherished.

Yet, at the mercy of dark forces

I lie vulnerable, feeling threatened.

If it is people who build me,

it is also them, who break.

And it is the people who are the ones

at benefit or loss.

Finally, it is the people who’ve got to choose,

Is it is me or the dark forces

which does them amuse?