by Luke Putz
Voting is a blood bought right,
But many see it as a chore,
They do not see what it has cost,
They do not care; it is a bore.
They do not think about the fight,
Nor of our soldiers soaked in gore,
Without their blood, all would be lost,
We'd fall through a tyranny door.
Don't waste your vote, your voice, your right,
That which we have given life for,
Make this nation, for which the cost,
That we have paid, worth dying for.
So cast your vote that evil might,
Not advance; strike at the core,
Let them know that all's not lost,
Elect good men to take the floor.
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