(with due respect to democracy)
Temperature, suspeciously, to remain the same,
Everyday, in the land of dead, from this day on.
Mercury will stay at sub-zero level,
And will diminish further below,
While gods recline in warm sunshine,
In abodes above, carefree and unconcerned
About souls whose fates are locked
In electronic voting machines, for five more years.
In their freshly painted thrones, the...
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