O there's no sign of life here.
There's merely the power to sway.
It's like a postmodern take on
Punch & Judy shows but less quaint:
With the spouting of platitudes;
Lots of flag waving; fist pumping;
Flashes of cartoon like debate,
That flood and distort the senses.
It's a brightly lit distraction
From issues that really matter.
Do they really consider this
Circus to be democracy?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem