THE BALLOT
The weapon for the brilliant
Empowered through the law
The loudest mute
So harmless it seems
Not when it struck
The brave doubt their stronghold
The poor hopeful costs no penny
Just but the multitudes
With tongue twisting do no lashing out
For possession is theirs
Clocks tick
time flew by
For expiry looms in the air
That special paper
A minute mark
Is all you need
History in its making
For it was the vote
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