You’ll still have elections.
You’ll still wave banners.
You’ll still wear buttons.
You’ll still get to choose:
either Dear Leader’s
handpicked candidates
or reeducation camp.
Democracy whimpers on
through the trappings
and mandatory smiles
141/365
Poems to Save the World
A version of this poem first appeared on Bluesky. Whispered into the acoustic sensors of the sleeping dreaming android, it prompted the electric sheep to generate one more tomorrow…
