Dear Democracy’s Worst Nightmare,
You don’t wear a mask.
You don’t need to.
You arrive quietly,
in the empty chair,
the unopened ballot,
the scroll that never ends.
You don’t march in boots or shout in capitals.
You whisper, “It doesn’t matter.”
And the whisper becomes a wind.
And the wind becomes a storm.
You are the soft sleep of apathy,
the lullaby of cynicism,
the dream where nothing changes
because no one believes they can.
While the monsters of greed and hate
dance in the streets wearing human faces,
you stay home and say,
“They’re all the same.”
And that’s how they win.
Democracy doesn’t die with a bang –
it dies with a shrug.
It dies when truth becomes a trick,
when lies feel like treats,
when fear is the candy handed out
on every glowing screen.
But here’s the part that still scares you most:
Democracy is a mirror.
Look close enough and you’ll see yourself –
the hero, the villain, the crowd, the silence.
You are every voter, every voice,
every choice left unmade.
So wake up, dear nightmare.
We’ve seen enough horror.
The dawn is waiting,
and the scariest thing of all
would be to let the dark feel like home.
With trembling hope,
— The Radical Left 🕯️❤️🔥