On Voting

Suppose you hadn't voted yesterday,
Saying, “What matters one vote, anyway?”
If that's the song that everyone would sing,
What would become of us and everything?
If everyone said, “What's my little vote?”
What would become of us? I'll be the goat.
What sort of place would this world be to-day?
And just what sort of place is it to-day?
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