Electorate Refugee
The bitter hope,
Rides every note,
I hear comes from the radio.
The planes fly,
Somewhere's sky,
Is nowhere near me, though.
The battle rages,
As I read the pages,
Alongside those in deathrow.
My state swings not.
It sits to rot.
And I unable to go
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