In polling booths, the whispers of democracy,
Psephology decodes the nation’s pulse,
Numbers dance on screens, a data waltz.
Analysts pore over each voting trend,
Seeking patterns in the electoral maze,
As citizens’ choices shape our shared fate.
Leaders anxiously await their fate,
Hanging on the threads of democracy.
Pollsters navigate the complex maze,
Fingers on the erratic public pulse.
Each graph and chart reveals a trend,
Statistics performing their solemn waltz.
In town halls, debates swirl in a waltz,
Candidates vying to alter fate.
Psephologists track every trend,
The lifeblood of our democracy.
With each survey, they check the pulse,
Of opinions winding through the maze.
Media pundits dissect the maze,
As predictions and results waltz.
The nation holds its collective pulse,
Wondering what will be its fate.
In this grand experiment of democracy,
Each vote contributes to the trend.
Historians will study this trend,
Unravelling the electoral maze.
The cornerstone of democracy,
Where ballots lead the citizens’ waltz.
Psephology foretells our fate,
Measuring the political pulse.
Election night, a racing pulse,
As exit polls reveal the trend.
Psephologists divine our fate,
Guiding us through the data maze.
Numbers and percentages waltz,
Across screens, painting democracy.
Democracy’s pulse, a complex maze,
Each trend a fateful waltz,
Psephology decodes our shared fate.
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Bob Lynn / 05-Nov-2024
