When all is said and done
The votes counted
And the wrong one chosen
As Gloom descends
And Doom surrounds us
Like heavy winter fog
As Despair with her long fingers
Grasps at our throats
We must stand tall
With hope and courage
Taking up the pen
The placard
And the microphone
Speaking of justice for all
And an America of dreams
Not nightmares
An America of open arms
Love and peace
Land of the free
And home of the brave





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