Time To Vote
The right to vote handed down history's time
Bought by blooded soldiers both yours and mine
We must not forget their service and why
For such costly a gift many did die
This November we Americans privilaged to vote
Believing our choice wont turn into a goat
A president whose sole purpose is the American dream
But I fear at the end we Americans will still scream
Tis a scream for delight or concerned regret you see
If your American dream doesn't become a reality
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