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Vanida Plamondon (AI Assisted)
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Vanida Plamondon
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November 05, 2025
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Lyrics
Overture
Oh, gather ye faithful and tune the lyre,
To sing of the land of the meek and the dire.
Where courage was priced at a five-cent sale,
And the brave forgot how to set their sail.
The stage is set, the lights aglow,
A tragic farce, a moral show.
The banners clash, the trumpets roar,
But no one’s fighting anymore.
Verse 1
See the left and right in a ballroom spin,
Both afraid to lose, both afraid to win.
The blue waves crash, then roll away,
While the red flames burn but never stay.
One side shouts “justice! soft and small,
The other cries “freedom! but builds a wall.
And in between, the crowd’s in awe,
At the art of spinelessness without flaw.
Pre-Chorus
Who will bend the fastest now?
Who will kneel, and still take a bow?
Chorus
Raise the flag of indecision high,
Paint the truth and let it die.
They dance for votes and call it might,
Two sides fading in the same dim light.
Verse 2
The right cries “MAGA! The chosen creed!
While clutching pearls and wealth and greed.
The left says “peace, then folds in line,
While tweeting hope in 140 signs.
Each speech rehearsed, each moral sold,
Each promise bought, each conscience cold.
They duel with mirrors, not with steel,
And both forget what it means to feel.
Pre-Chorus
Who will bow the deepest still?
Who will serve the tyrant’s will?
Chorus
Raise the flag of indecision high,
Paint the truth and let it die.
They dance for votes and call it might,
Two sides fading in the same dim light.
Bridge
Left foot forward, step to shame,
Right foot backward, shift the blame.
Spin that story, mask that frown,
Bow to the crown, bow to the clown.
Neon lights and moral fog,
March to polls through digital smog.
Celtic pipes scream “where’s your spine?
But they trade it all for another line.
Operatic Interlude
Oh democracy, thou fragile flame,
They play thy song in another’s name.
The chorus swells, the crowd’s in trance,
A coward’s waltz, a coward’s dance.
Both sides sing in trembling tone,
“No one fights when they stand alone.
The orchestra cracks, the lights grow dim,
And every note is hollowed thin.
Final Chorus
Raise the flag of indecision high,
Paint the truth and let it die.
They sing of justice, cry for grace,
Then hide their fear behind a face.
The left says “wait, the right says “how,
And no one’s leading anyhow.
Spineless heroes take their bows,
The kingdom falls, but not right now.
Outro
So here’s to the boneless choir of men,
Who promise change and break again.
The pipes will wail, the choirs weep,
While leaders talk and never leap.
The curtain drops, the echoes fade,
The courage lost, the cost unpaid.
And still they sing, both sides somehow,
“Not my fault, not my vow.
