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Election seasons split us into two teams,

Turning all into spectators, caught in the crossfire of visible politics and invisible-dreams.

Not as grand as the Olympic flame,

Yet billions watch, captivated by the game over the throne of empire’s fame.

The void filled with disillusioned dreams,

Each one unique with deep meaning to deliver on what it doesn’t mean.

Drama queens, all stars on stage,

Fears and hopes blur truth’s face in the daylight’s rage.

Our values left the stage, and democracy is out of shape,

Left and right locked in endless rat race.

We tell youths manipulation’s worth,

Entertainment spun from bending the earth.

Who are we voting against in the end?

Our own sisters, our brothers, our friends?

So what’s better — election or thrill?

A question to ponder, clear and still.

Imagine if votes held dignity’s grace,

Would we even advertise this race?

We still teach young from the heart,

While tyrants preach of a future bleak from the pockets they hold close to their hearts.

With no way left for those in need to unsubscribe or actually speak.