The Choice
September crowds come out to vote,
Silent yet loud to mark the tote.
Eleventh day to join the fray,
To state our say to sign our stay.
A day for choice to speak most sound,
True fate wears poise that now must ground.
Each vote speaks well of what we want,
The sure ground swell reverts one chant.
The results show the common sigh,
We greet the flow of firm outcry.
Here by these gates the message counts,
We choose our fate as passage mounts.
Leon Enriquez
12 September 2015
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2015
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