"Election Night" - 11/2/04
The fate of the nation hangs from lonely jack-o-lantern lights,
And your love smacks of false idolatry...
That wrong decision threw you into a graveyard spin,
And like Kennedy, you can't tell where sky ends and water begins.
Dead languages compete with new technology,
But history is easy to learn; it only repeats itself.
The drums of change are beating in time with their hearts,
But ours is a nation of deaf marchers.
Rampant standards and quotas outrun the true demography
And the race is over before it began.
Futile discussions cut off at the source, and are instead
Replaced by nervous habits, loud cursing, tenuous speculation.
(What if, what if, what if.)
The playlist cycles through. One. Last. Time.
You begin to understand that there is no such thing as a neutral
life.
Election Night by Deluminated

