The echo fades slow
from the freshly fired gun.
You had taken the blow
but still was you who had won.
I hope you look around
and finally see,
that the country exists
the way you prayed for it to be.
You try to scream louder
but you clench at your throat.
For your voice now is missing,
the one you lost in your vote.
There is no one to blame.
No one else in the room all along.
You chose to play the game.
You had been the one to load the gun.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 6:51 PM UTC
The echo fades slow
from the freshly fired gun.
You had taken the blow
but still was you who had won.
I hope you look around
and finally see,
that the country exists
the way you prayed for it to be.
You try to scream louder
but you clench at your throat.
For your voice now is missing,
the one you lost in your vote.
There is no one to blame.
No one else in the room all along.
You chose to play the game.
You had been the one to load the gun.