Chicago-(EJP) With Election Day’s dawn, the people draw near,
To choose 'twixt paths that fate doth fiercely steer.
One, a knight of tempest, in gilded might,
Trump, bearer of past battles in the night.
Full-armored with tales, both high and low,
Wisdom or folly, only the fates know.
The other stands, with poise that some do scorn,
Kamala, a figure of the morn,
Where promise and shadow dance in debate,
Deemed by some as chance, and others as fate.
Her steps uncertain, yet bold she doth rise,
To catch or lose, the judgment of the skies.
O, ballot, thou silent tongue of the state,
Speak now of glory, or thine own late fate.
This realm, in suspense, awaits what’s bestowed,
Whether storms of past, or uncharted road.
To choose 'twixt paths that fate doth fiercely steer.
One, a knight of tempest, in gilded might,
Trump, bearer of past battles in the night.
Full-armored with tales, both high and low,
Wisdom or folly, only the fates know.
The other stands, with poise that some do scorn,
Kamala, a figure of the morn,
Where promise and shadow dance in debate,
Deemed by some as chance, and others as fate.
Her steps uncertain, yet bold she doth rise,
To catch or lose, the judgment of the skies.
O, ballot, thou silent tongue of the state,
Speak now of glory, or thine own late fate.
This realm, in suspense, awaits what’s bestowed,
Whether storms of past, or uncharted road.
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