Dear Democracy

Dear Democracy,


I don't know where you're going, but I feel like this is a goodbye. I wanted you to know that I've appreciated you, the power of knowing that single votes can make a difference. I've always participated. Ever mindful of the fact that people have always died and will continue to die in pursuit of you, and you have been so very worth each life.


I don't know what will take your place. I do know that the gap made in your expected absence is already filling with anger and fear, sadness and suspicion. I know that the next years will be difficult, that everybody will suffer without you. I worry not everybody will see the other side of what's coming, and I don't know what it will take from me. Will I fall before it, or will I be forced to watch, helpless, as someone I love succumbs?


I guess that what I'm trying to say is that I'm going to miss you and I don't want you to go, but I understand you feel like you've been taken for granted. I hope you'll consider coming back someday. The climate won't always be so hostile. The uneducated, unintelligent masses won't always hold sway. They're only capable of short term planning, and the strategic long view is not theirs to create or even try to see. There is comfort in the knowledge that they are not, as they believe, in the majority. They merely took advantage of a faulty system, and temporarily disabled all of their own alarms. Ours blared, are still deafening us.


All my love.