To elevate new wrongs.
Penance for continued sin
Is the class in which the vote belongs.
The promises are on the table,
The differences made clear.
Indignities are set in place
For the grandeur growing near.
Put up your gifts of gold and stone,
Your myrrh and frankincense
Feed your camel, trim your beard
And be thou not so tense.
For judgement comes upon us all
In God's good time, I trust,
But if your name's not on the ballot
There's some time yet for sloth and lust.
So do your duty, Tuesday,
Oh, America, but note:
A fool trusts the nominee
While magi trust the vote.
MESSIAH, n. The one awaited tomorrow.