Twas the night before Election Day, and all through the land,
The nation was stirring, every vote planned.
The ballots were sorted with utmost care,
In hopes that democracy soon would be there.
The voters were nestled, snug in their beds,
While visions of swing states danced in their heads.
With Harris in her blazer, Trump in his cap,
Both braced for the race, a political scrap.
When out on the airwaves, there arose such a clatter,
We tuned into newsrooms to see what’s the matter.
The pundits were chattering, the headlines were bright,
Predicting what might happen deep into the night.
The polls, how they fluctuated, opinions did sway,
We knew it would be close by the end of the day.
With Georgia and Pennsylvania holding the key,
Would it be blue or red? We’d have to see.
Mail-in ballots, stacked high with care,
Counting them all would take patience, not flair.
With each passing hour, results would be known,
As tensions and hopes in the nation had grown.
“Now voters! Now counters! Now media and polls!
On swing states! On pundits! Let’s reach the goals!
To the halls of democracy! To the Capitol’s height!
Let’s ensure every vote counts this very night!”
As patience wore thin, and the night grew late,
The country held on, embracing its fate.
For democracy’s strength lies not in the speed,
But in fairness and justice, a nation agreed.
So as we await what tomorrow will bring,
Let’s cherish the right to vote, and everything.
For ’twas the night before Election Day, and all through the land,
The people were ready, their future in hand.
