The presidential arcade sped past
Sirens blurring as it passed
Accomplishing the commotion I hear
My stomach shrieks with fear
As I count the innumerable fancy cars
Is this democracy?

“No,” my stomach retorted
Writers are oppressed and censored
Journalist tortured
While leaders tour
Bread prices went up
Companies close down
Graduates demonstrated
For they blew thousands in fees
Anticipating finding jobs
But none until they rob

A hungry man is an angry man
At school they taught us
For our brains not to rust
Is this democracy, we ask?
Yes, you answer
But you beat us
Kill us
Suspend us
Is this your democracy?