Our Day Will Come Poem by Nadalia Bagratuni

Our day will come,
Of this I will report,
If you don't like the election results,
Just take it to court.

Oh, yes, and court will do,
If not one,
Try two.

Maybe a judge will offer a stay,
Overturn the election,
And save the day.

The only thing that we forgot,
What happened to the voter's voice
In all of this?

Hanging Chads,
Punch card machines,
Paper Ballots,
Voting machines,

It's all the same,
Or different,
If we don't get what we want
We just forget it!

Now, what examples we must be,
For all the world to see.

For the next election,
I have a great selection,
Let's place the vote,
In the middle of the People's Court.

If that wouldn't do,
How about Judge Judy.
Doesn't it matter if we the voters do our duty?

Some how we have lost sight in the greatest
Gift of all.
We are a republic,
We are not a democracy,
We run by rules,
And the rules made us free,
If we run elections by the court,
We stand to loose our freedom.
And our ability to vote.

Next time you go into that voting booth,
Think twice on the people that you choose.

It's important in this free land,
To insure that remain,
In the land of the free and not
The home of the insane.