CHADS: Whispers From The Grave
CHADS
It happened,
The best of my political fears.
The election was robbed,
moved me to tears.
I was so angry, no, I was mad,
It wasn’t fate, or modern fads,
but a vanilla beast named chad.
Count’em again, let us all pray,
And hope our votes will rewrite the day.
They won’t they say, count ‘em again,
And risk revealing one man’s sin.
They skewed, you see with a failed bunch,
Recording in history a hollow punch!
Prov. 29:4
Copyright 2004
It happened,
The best of my political fears.
The election was robbed,
moved me to tears.
I was so angry, no, I was mad,
It wasn’t fate, or modern fads,
but a vanilla beast named chad.
Count’em again, let us all pray,
And hope our votes will rewrite the day.
They won’t they say, count ‘em again,
And risk revealing one man’s sin.
They skewed, you see with a failed bunch,
Recording in history a hollow punch!
Prov. 29:4
Copyright 2004
