I will go to vote for my candidate,
Whoever I choose, he is our fate.
The lion is coming to defend the poor,
To dismiss the unfair that we abhor.
My fingers will tick the right mark,
For the wise man who breaks the dark.
The justice will arrive soon,
For the injustice, we will replace this bad tune.
Today, we decide to blow up sadness,
The president is coming with happiness.
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