the great democracy

The Great Democracy


It was a moment when the cacophony of voices,
at the railway restaurant, became one, no longer
dusty gibberish mixed with cigarette smoke, but
a real, clear human accent making an utterance;
alas, the voice spoke of mortgages, the price of
heating homes, electricity and food; the only true
issue in our civilized world. So should one be
shocked, isn’t that what we have worked towards
too? A life that is mundane that doesn’t tax you
with any political philosophy, any ism of this and
that, only leaves you to worry about the ordinary
things like the ice cream parlour in Parkgate that
sells 21 flavours of ice cream, now isn’t that nice
to know and to giggle about.