Democracy: POV

by S. K. Kruse

(First published in Arkana, Issue 18, April 2025)

 

When the alien apocalypse comes

democracy won't matter at all.

 

When they intercept our satellite transmissions

and scratch their thoraxes

in perplexity

at the hijinks they witness on our news

and laugh at self-governance

as an idea

ideal

and practice

and then

upon further reflection

become enraged

that the subprime species

Homo sapiens

endeavored to give everyone a voice

and decide

they better get in their alien ships

to come obliterate us

because if one species

on one planet

in one galaxy

should have this

preposterous

and quite frankly

dangerous idea

who’s to say it

might not spread

to every corner of the universe

and then when their ships arrive

and they wipe us out

and take over the planet

democracy won't matter at all.

 

And when

this worst system of government

except for all the others that have been tried

is reduced

in the alien textbook “The Rise and Demise of the Sentient Sapiens”

to a slim chapter  

carefully positioned

between one on the

holland tulip craze

and another

on fast food chains

and some young alien scholar

decides to do her PhD

on the topic

and finds that corporations

which were somehow considered sapiens too

spent billions of dollars

to influence their representatives

at the expense of the non-corporate sapiens

and that sometimes

less than 50% of eligible sapiens

showed up to vote

and that sometimes

they voted for candidates

who promised to act

like tyrants

then no one could fault that alien scholar for concluding that

as far as the sapiens themselves were concerned

democracy didn't matter much at all.

 

 

And when another alien scholar

same school

different class

pursues her PhD

and is granted access

to the archives of the sapiens

to document the incessant wars of the sapiens

as justification for the xenocide of the sapiens

should their own species ever be brought

before an intergalactic tribunal

and she gets a look at all

the books

and movies

and songs

and art

they made

and all the things

they were free

to do

and say

under their system of self-governance

and all

the sapiens who died

to procure

and protect

that freedom

though she could not find one single corporate sapiens who’d ever done so

imagine her surprise

when she concludes that

despite all the

foibles

and failings

of that subprime self-governing species

democracy did matter for all.

 

And when she agonizes over

whether to publish her findings

and have all six of her legs pulled off

in a public spectacle

and be left to die on her back in the town square

her husband and children banished to the desert

or just keep it all locked away

in the privacy of her own mind

because

even to suggest that the sapiens

took a shot at something great

and that for a brief moment

in their sad, sordid history

they made things a little better

for a lot of their kind

would enrage the powers that be

who didn’t want

any of their own kind

getting any of their own ideas

and when she looks at her daughters

getting ready for school

eating their alien mush

and washing their alien antenna

and then at her sons

who she's been secretly teaching to read

down in the basement

by the light of a candle

before they must leave for the mines

she wonders

if it might be worth it

and what it would take

to bring about such a revolution now

and if she’s willing to make that kind of sacrifice

of her career

her life

her family

whom she loves

bug-eyes and all

to bring about

once again

such a world

as the sapiens had created

in their

short                                         

nasty

brutal

existence

and as she hands her children their lunches

and locks up their flat

she wonders

if those sapien revolutionaries had been able to see into their future

how much

in-fighting

and apathy

and absurdity

would follow

and how it all would come

to an unceremonious end

if they would still do what they had done

and if

sleepless in their beds

on the eve of their revolution

not knowing the future

            neither its victories

nor its defeats

they had the same

doubts

and fears

she has now

and if they wondered

as she does now

sitting down at her terminal

to enter her true findings

whether the sacrifices

she is about to make

will matter

to anyone

at all.

S. K. Kruse

S. K. Kruse is a Human residing on Planet Earth in the Milky Way Galaxy.

https://www.skkruse.com
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