Whither democracy

A decuian

The soothsayer said, beware of March’s ides
but the tyranny of majority,
on tenth March, we saw ghastily rise
euphemistic name is democracy
false sense of pride is a priority
real issues fail test of survival
free-thinking voices  in minority
parochial views are on revival
ignoramuses swallow lies
long live despotism, democracy dies!

A tetracyts

In
my core
lives a hope
that will not die
I hold sunflowers close to my sore heart.

Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Laura, says: So in today’s challenge I offer you a choice :-

a 10 line stanza poem (more stanzas permitted of this length)
10 syllables per line
rhyme scheme as per the Decuain or free verse if you’d prefer

AND/OR:

a 5 line stanza poem (more stanzas if you wish)
1;2;3;4;10 syllables for each successive line of the 1^st; 3^rd; 5^th  stanza etc; inverted for even numbered stanzas.

(The results of elections in five states of India came out on the 10th of March. Sadly, rising unemployment, inflation, state’s apathy during covid were not issues at all! Religion and a false sense of national security swayed the votes.)

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