The ballots are open, <br />men dressed in white; <br />Pure, but not for long. <br />Behind the facade of smiles lies knives and blood, <br />so much blood that it drowns you. <br /> <br />Their hands are stained red, <br />the games they play casued this. <br />Beware, <br />for it is dangerous. <br /> <br />A slip of paper, <br />a pen, <br />you country's fate in your hands, <br />and your vote hidden. <br />'Vote! Vote! ' they cry, <br />but remember, <br />its the knives and the blood. <br />The knives and the blood that they are trying to <br />H | I |D | E |.<br /><br />Dancing In Between Dreams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ballots/
