The wait is nearly over, time for us to see,
Que sera sera,what will be will be.
All that pent up feeling building up inside
At least will have a vent, one party to deride.
It's supposed to be democracy so we can have a say
Not all of us can win but come back another day.
We proudly state our values, for the many not the few
We celebrate a melting pot, a multiethnic stew
of talent and believers and the morally lacking
and find out exactly the extent of voters backing.
The teams of all observers are looking very still,
those wearing three colours quite frankly make me ill,
but quite soon it will be over, when tensions all laid bare
it's then that we discover that no one really cares.
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