Ass is not democracy but two legged

Ass is not democracy but two legged

To be an ass law has four legs.

Ass or not it got four legs;

To see us on our toes, on our two legs

To be led up the garden path.

The State is always in a motion as a nation.

Blame not its sloppiness lest the order disturbs!

Who on earth wants law to do overtime?

Neither the criminals nor the State do.

We are all those middle-class

And expect justice do overtime,

Hoping its way to prevail with deterrence

But only on our middle class rivals!

Alas, Justice grinds its wheels tirelessly slow

As democracy is far and off and goes by.

But we, the tireless masses, favor positions to masters,

For mere crumbs as a quid pro quo to franchise,

As they go laughing all the way the (Swiss) bank.

We know not where we are hit on the morrow.

Suffer, We, The People,

Make and break to our own making.

We give license to our bureaucrats to draft laws complex,

Legislators to make the prepared rules as if by party Whip,

And executive seals on the dotted lines.

And Judiciary always there, only blindfolded,

See the written law is obeyed, right or not.

Tyrant legislators, complacent executive and indifferent judiciary

Make those three legs; keep the lawful in the goals and lawless out.

The crafty flourishes within the bounds of law

Glorified as entrepreneurs, nicknamed bulls and bears,

Paid by us, the gullible, as rich dividends in shares, for their machinations,

Make Peter rob, again pay back to Peter, but not Paul.

Our economy is technically world class and people are so regional.

We pay taxes at multilevel, besides on each thing we buy,

With what is left of the paycheck after cruel taxes,

Least affect the sops called the thrift.

Think, who gets away in all these deals? The business class?

Yes. Seldom it shows income and deal only in black?

Helped out by the corrupt officials and unwary customer,

Finally, the omniscient politician loots all of us.

Leave the politician, makes hay whether it shines or rains.

Outside the job he is back to his nasty goings-on,

Inciting rift and reaping by handfuls,

Gains, be it he or she, in development as well as misery.

Justice delayed is justice denied; hurried it is buried.

Is there any justice outside the enacted laws?

In the equity or good conscience any solace?

We grab what lofty Judges hand out,

Be it unchained by precedents of older peers.

If the poor litigant has anything left to lie about;

Again justice has to be bought at a premium.

When delivered ultimately, the result is stillborn,

What with cases adjourned eternally on pointless trivia.

Our professionals feign and flaunt good old skills and wits,

Those self-perpetuating class keep boasting all the way,

With flamboyant profiles, reluctant to kill golden geese,

The sick and old across the divides succumb ultimately.

Police are shunned like a plague, thanks to legacy foreign,

Fed by everyone as they can grow on anything,

Forget any opposition from us, the commoners.

Yet, they are unchallenged by all the three legs,

Save Mafia and brigands.

Now, look at the new terror off religion, the fourth leg!

Free opium of the society and politics or say energy drink;

The panacea knowing no laws,

God's very own writ and order!!!

Who can save us from Democracy Deified?

Who dares to defy this fourth leg so undefined?

Will our Intellectuals, the media or Diaspora throw the first stone?

Again God only can save us from all these legs

To let us stand on our own two legs, reason and decency!