“rudeness leads to the death of democracy”

In the chambers where great voices once resounded,  
Where reason swayed and differences were weighed,  
A cold and heavy silence now is founded—  
The echo of respect, it starts to fade.

Once, laughter crossed the aisle, bridges bending;  
A handshake might conclude a sharp debate.  
But now with sneers and shouting never-ending,  
We barter trust and gentleness for hate.

The art of listening, subtle, understated,  
Is trampled by the boots of brash disdain.  
Civility, now tattered and outdated,  
Lies on the marble steps like autumn rain.

Democracy, a garden grown together—  
Needs care and patience, room for roots to spread.  
But rudeness, harsh as biting winter weather,  
Can shrivel hope, until the heart is dead.

Let’s learn to nod, to pause before replying,  
To greet our foemen kindly, eye to eye.  
For when respect and thoughtfulness are dying,  
Democracy herself begins to die.

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