Demockcrackcy
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Sandra Feldman
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You think,
You're vote, really does count,
You root for this One, publicized,
You know, the One that has no pride,
But always, very much to hide,
'Politicos' they are astute,
They always know which horn to toot,
Behind closed doors, amongst themselves,
They plan the voting, empty shelves,
Then cakes are sliced for future dates,
While we watch on, behind Hell's gates.
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