At the ballot box
I searched for choice
So I could raise
My silent voice
I looked around
It wasn’t heard
Not a sound –
Not a word
They came within
To cast their spell
My story lost –
I couldn’t tell
For what I had
Was hidden gold
A dream to be –
A life foretold
Yet change reset
The story’s end
Let loose warp speed
And took the bend
That silenced others
Just like me
Guided by
What they believe
Leaving others
In the mire
The ballot box –
It catches fire.
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