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Cynthia Apr 2019
Tick Tick Tick

Tick Tick Tick

Tick Tick Tick
"Nothing's wrong"
"It's alright"
"Just a little breeze"

Tick Tick...
"Relax, it's oka-"



Isn't that how it seems?
The bombings. in Sri Lanka. Easter was supposed to be happy
Tomorrow I vote,
Not because I can, but because I must.
Not for a politician I trust,
Or a person I know,
Not for a friend or against a foe,
Not to support a candidate,
Or to change a nation's fate.
Tomorrow I vote,
Not for a party or fee,
Not for the economy.
Tomorrow I stain my fingers,
And make a choice, between promises, and premises,
What was and what may be.
Because people died to give that right to me.

To let me decide,
Majority or minority,
The destiny of one man,
And find if absolute power corrupts absolutely,
Or men can rule, for the people humbly.
A government for and by the people.
And one vote for little ol' me.

So tomorrow,
Tomorrow I will vote because I am free.

— The End —