You drew the lines — we know the game Rig the map and call it change Kick dissenters off the floor Then preach freedom out the door Count us out! Shut us down! You wear democracy like a crown! Every district carved to win Every hearing paper-thin Same machine with newer paint Same corruption dressed as saints No more lies No more spin We know exactly where you’ve been Count us out! Count us gone! But movements live when power’s wrong!
