Democracy Or Regime:

The Choice

We Made

Black Rose Pearl

Black Pearl

Spectrum Wave Publishing

Copyright@2026

Did We Vote for Democracy or Regime?

We once lived beneath a security blanket, vast and wide,

Democracy, our shelter, our guardian, our guide.

It nestled us safe from the coming storm,

A steadfast promise, faithful and warm.

It built an economy with an even trade,

Where voices could speak, unshaken, unafraid.

Ideas could rise for the whole world to see,

And even in critique, we breathed freely.

Democracy rode as a horse, mighty and true,

Pouring strength into education, health, and stability too.

It swung the door open for every woman and man,

And called that word by name: Equality—its plan.

It ensured no child, no woman, no man would go hungry, be left behind

And barred the iron fist—unyielding, never sundry.

But in 2024, some doubted this grace,

And woke a sleeping serpent in its place.

It came as a regime, with a cold, dividing hand,

And began to strip away the freedoms of our land.

It took from the many, gave to the few,

And those who followed, believing its power true,

Will learn in time: that borrowed might decays,

And the light they worship will soon fade away.

We are hanging by a string when it comes to democracy, ladies, and gentlemen. Look.

Now look—see how democracy’s foundation is strained.

A journalist, born of Baton Rouge, who carried the pain

Of ancestors through slavery, sharecropping’s chain,

Jim Crow’s cruelty, and civil rights’ gain—

For thirty years his voice was clear,

Using the First Amendment to persevere:

Free speech, free press, assembly, belief.

Yet before a crowd, in stunning grief,

As he stood to receive honor, a moment brief,

The regime took him—a public arrest,

Silencing truth, and putting justice to test.

Toni Morrison, a world star, with wisdom clear,

Warned how they come for the art we hold dear.

Journalism is part of the collective soul,

A vital piece that makes the nation whole.

This pattern is not new—this regime