A Demonstration

Silver pistol shot three times to fell the flower;
One man is killed while another devours
the ending breaths of a planet that is dying,
which was born in the wild; now it is crying.
So the placards are raised high in the air
somewhere where the cameras will stare.
There is shouting to aid the call for action.
Fighting erupts between two factions;
and then fists come up and pound meat.
A riot is made by the stampede of feet.
All because of a jingo-jangle speech,
asking the people to impeach
the man in charge- "the boss I am, mate";
and such a call when, it is too late.
Where were the people when the game was played;
then were so easily charmed and their votes were swayed
towards oblivion.
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P.S.
The poem does not intend to pinpoint any figure of authority. Rather it is aimed at the general people as a mock poem warning them so that they realize its better to watch and then leap.