Jul 6, 2021
1 min read
Democracy
A sonnet
Thunder and lightning all around
Brilliant raindrops of blistering sound
Tall men in low cut dresses
Short guys in denim sans tresses
Disappear into bright recesses
That serve you bread on smiling faces
Nostalgic embrace of familiar nuisance
Resounding in repetitive radiance
People stopping in their tracks
Transfixed as the sky gets a whack
Relentless the sound marches on
Fire and brimstone all over town
Celebrating the birth of freedom
One day we’ll rule our own kingdom.
©️ Siva Raj, 2021
