Hardly anybody cast their votes this time
I did
A difficult decision between the bad and worse
We think the choice is so large
But in fact it's a narrow margin
I'm sure when we trace everything
Back to its source
There will be one single white man
Who owns it all
Just call it simplifying
They call it god
Just call it simplifying
But they call it god
We think the choice is so large
But in fact it's a narrow margin
Writer(s): Clara Luzia
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