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Live the Vote

They say there's a day for it, I know
Sometime after the leaves change,
We change. We get voices, a voice,
As if we didn't have choices, a choice.

A daily say in our own philosophy,
Our own fate and the fates of others.
Be kind. Do I have to rewind this for you?
We have choices, a choice, actions speak louder

Than your voice.

But what if systemic change only happens
When we lift a pen with the masses?
The past fought for our right, wouldn't we fight
For the expression of choices, for different voices?

I must amend, amend these words, your voice
Matters, your choice, matters. Actions and words.
You've been heard, you're being seen by the future.
You're examples, role models, and human beings.

Is it true?

Have you given thought to the thoughts thought
By you? Is it enough to vote and not act?
Schools need funding, roads need repaired,
What do you plan to do about that? Look. Results.

Words, words were placed down and picked up
By generations. "WE THE PEOPLE" and others.
Incantations we can't imagine life without, words.
Are we doing enough beyond ballot blurbs?

What's enough?

All it takes is recognition, realizing division,
To know there's work left to do, and it starts
with You. Values, visions, views, yes or no.
Are you paper or doing driven? Come on.

March to the heart beat of the never still drum,
This living is more than the stones we've written on.
Make things move, shake the walls, give it, not in,
Give your all. I can't hear you, but I see you roar.

Live the vote. Open up doors.

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