Ah democracy, that trash heap mess I love,

A spuddle of antagonistic slinging messages.

And a party that can court these many echoed calls,

The one that invites a mass of messes into its halls,

Is how a peoples vibing energy begins their dance.

It's not about withholding ways to maintain temples,

Its not about finding most calm and sacred spaces,

It's about releasing people to have their own voice,

And giving them a vision that offers shared purpose,

So that renewed, we may rise hearts fuller together.

People can deeply love leaders taking them places,

And leaders can be dutifully attached to a people,

When those leading have a strong vision at heart,

And give the people a chance of fuller involvement,

To be a living part of democracy's needed messes,

And to be inscribed within its growing narrative,

Feeling the weight of choice at fingertip again.

But I’ll tell ya, what does worry me:

A shining banker in search of a home, attracting only grey hairs to view an un-sat-upon throne,

Cause a leader alone is of little use but of their own,

For it is like a head without body, which only rolls.

But give me a body of democracy's messes to ground,

And I’ll join in to offer this thinking heads messy sounds.

I need a big show don't you know, to feel more involved,

Cause democracy is only as healthy as its entertainment.

Yet a system can churn and eat an entire world alive,

And people can drift waiting for a spark of revolution,

But engaging entertainment is always a middle road,

Just as a green renewal deal must be the destination.