Democracy isn't your deity
We vote, they count the votes, and a victor is declared. Not all of us voted for the victors. Yet, the victors won.
Those who voted for the losers feel their gods have passed away.
But they were never gods.
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You who are too large for any one voice, too wild for any one cage,
You are neither a relic nor a god, but something living, something fragile,
You stand tall, wavering in winds that change with each season’s turn,
Unfinished, unresolved, full of possibility,
Those who voted for the losers feel their gods have passed away.
But they were never gods.
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You who are too large for any one voice, too wild for any one cage,
You are neither a relic nor a god, but something living, something fragile,
You stand tall, wavering in winds that change with each season’s turn,
Unfinished, unresolved, full of possibility,