Washington Dee Cee

(With apologies to Edgar Allan Poe and “Annabel Lee.”)

It was many and many a year ago,
In a city by the river,
That an idea there lived whom you may know,
By the name of Democracy,
And this idea lived with no other thoughts,
But self-governing autonomy.

They loved with a love that was more than a love–
The people and their democracy…
With a love strong  and pure…
That caused some jealousy.

And this was the reason that days ago,
In this city by the river…
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling,
My beautiful Democracy.
So that her highborn kinsman came,
And bore her away…
To shut her up in her sequester,
In this city by the river.

And the angels not so half happy in heaven…
Designed this disaster to replace our beautiful,
Democracy with  dreaded autocracy.
Now will our love for Democracy be stronger,
Than this monster?
Or will she live in her sequester in the city,
By the river, waiting for the next disaster…
Listening to the laughter of all who predicted,
Democracy wouldn’t outlive tyranny.