They Say We're A Democracy

They say this country runs on democracy

They say democracy is built by the people, for the people

They forget to mention —

most people are fucking idiots

And in a nation of 1.4 billion,

“most” isn’t just math —

it’s a goddamn epidemic

In democracies, people split into two kinds:

the rich,

for whom democracy is just a fancy word tucked away in a dusty dictionary —

and the rest,

who still believe in it

because an empty stomach treats dreams like butter toast and chai

Caught in between

The middle class

Every society’s migraine

Too poor to matter,

too educated to ignore —

they live and die like insects,

trapped in capitalism’s cobweb,

serving a life sentence for the crime of survival

Democracy, they say, doesn’t discriminate —

as long as your caste, your god, or your ambition

doesn’t disturb your neighbour’s good night’s sleep

And the biggest “neighbourhood” in democracy

is the Brotherhood of the Butthurt

Call them idiots,

and they’ll prove you right —

by burning your house down in protest

That’s our democracy 

Where anyone who's eighteen

can't run their own damn lives

but gets to choose who runs the country

In a democracy of thumbprints for signatures

having a spine is considered an offense

And the moment you raise a question —

the thumb turns into a clenched fist

The government that fed off your tax money

has the right to question you,

destroy your life if it pleases —

and you can’t do a damn thing

The stray dog you fed

now holds your leash,

and you sit there wagging your tail,

calling it nationalism