After the Elections
After the Election:
The bustling-frenzy has died
Leaving us all wide-eyed.
Just when you think you know the end,
You are startled by the result.
Did you stand in the cue
To vote for the red and blue,
Or did you look down your nose
At all others who took a vote?
But now it is all dusted and gone,
We’ve sang our patriotic song.
It seems a little stale now,
As if the world has come to an end.
There is no politics to debate,
We have after all sealed our fate.
What should we discuss now?
No topic seems worthwhile.
But still life does abound,
If you’d only look around.
Take a deep breath,
And go on a new adventure.
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