Clique clique, 
The white shone bright,
The politest of no's,
We don't accept you tonight.

Day's of hope,
They told us we could,
Make right a world gone wrong.
They say no, but their vote does go,
To the right they believe in now.

The smiles are haunting,
The people daunting,
Do we breathe the same air?

Our words are common,
Once they're spoken,
Yet you believe we'll never be there.

Polite and political,
Your medals shine,
It's a world just made for you.
Our thoughts unwanted,
Bills are glowing,
Right in front of you.

There's nothing wrong,
Yet nothing right,
And that is scary too.
It's the middle ground.
Not black and white,
That often gets you blue.

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