For years and years now
The artists and the poets, the philosophers and the intellectuals have lamented
Over and over again
Screamed and mourned the death of democracy
And I find that rather funny
Because it's the artists and the poets, the philosophers and the intellectuals, who've been killing democracy, slowly poisoning it bit by bit, each inch of it's wrinkled skin
You see democracy is a binary concept
And the thing with binaries is, there's no middle ground for minorities
In a sea of a billion zeroes, what are a thousand ones but a meagre minority
A fast-perishing minority that can only hope to stay afloat at best
It's ludicrous of them to even think of something as ridiculous as dictating the terms of the sea
The artists and the poets, the philosophers and the intellectuals, they are all ones
And then there are the regular and the mundane and the ordinary, the zeros that make up the sea, or as the artists and the poets, the philosophers and the intellectuals like to call them: mediocre
As the ones gloat in their assumed supremacy, the zeros seek pride in their imagined normalcy
But then, you see democracy is a binary concept
And in a world of binaries, it's all about either/or, no ifs, no buts, no ands
If either wins, or loses, and that is democracy
Questioning democracy in the name of democracy isn't democracy, it is the death of democracy
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