An Ode To Vote

The blazed Sun of Summer,

Faces rigid scrimmage with Scintillating gamut of a Festival,

largely reiterates every five years to hone,

For the inevitable alterations of the Ruling throne.

Apparently, it's us, the commoners of State,

To reserve the right to ballot their fate,

End up teetering accentuate between

Fortifying body blood and undismaying our home...

But what it never amounts to,

Is the pile of fiascos,

That we are left so stupefied with,

That we barely amnesty the 

Uncontrolled Births of Hypocrisies parented by Autocracy and fake democracy.

The annihilated self-respect of our Nation shapers, while propagating their manifestation,

Acts like a catharsis that percolates through moral of erosion.

So, to have it in a nutshell,

Let's cease to live in hell,

Let's elect a system,

Who won't jostle the nation's glory,

Rather would shoulder to orient the adrift prowess of Country,

Coalescing into an integrated Nation.

It's not for what is left,

Rather it's for what is right.

It's not for few having all to taste 

But It's for all to perform at least a few,

So that we can assuredly rest...