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THE BALLOT 
The time is here 
Mortals racing, gliding and running 
Their minds in the backyard
Five months to the mark. 
I must make it, they say! 

Pot bellied men angles the cake, 
A stumble, a ramble then a shake 
But, there is only one way out. 
Only one house on the hill. 

Am taken aback 
Memories of chaos, slaughter and murder 
Ghost leaving, to curse and haunt 
Our women cry at Lords long departed 
A cry, a scream then a numb 
Blood oozes, our collective guilt. 

To what end 
For how long , 
Sacrifice our souls at the altar of wrongs 
Unity be our shield and defender 
So says our national creed 
Mind our brothers 

Wisely, we should choose our leaders 
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