Forget ballot harvesting and stolen machines — the real rig happens upstream. This is about who gets to vote at all, and who quietly disappears from the rolls.
This is not the heavy, hanging stone, The cold, mute weight of order kept alone. It is not just the scepter and the crown, The iron will that pushes a man down.
This is the level plane, the balanced scale, The measured breath that tells a common tale. It is the single light, both clear and stark, That cuts a path for every question in the dark.
It is the promise that the road is one, For the father's daughter and the father's son. The same for those who own the echoing hall, As for the one whose shadow is so small.
It is the wall that holds the powerful in, The sturdy ground where trust can begin. It is the bridge a society must cross, To count no person and no cause as loss.
It is the framework, not the final blow, The structured way we ever hope to grow. So this is not the chain, the lock, the bar, But the single, constant, and most distant star We steer our ship of state by from afar.
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Yes! And this is why:
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This is called the Rule of Law
This is not the heavy, hanging stone, The cold, mute weight of order kept alone. It is not just the scepter and the crown, The iron will that pushes a man down.
This is the level plane, the balanced scale, The measured breath that tells a common tale. It is the single light, both clear and stark, That cuts a path for every question in the dark.
It is the promise that the road is one, For the father's daughter and the father's son. The same for those who own the echoing hall, As for the one whose shadow is so small.
It is the wall that holds the powerful in, The sturdy ground where trust can begin. It is the bridge a society must cross, To count no person and no cause as loss.
It is the framework, not the final blow, The structured way we ever hope to grow. So this is not the chain, the lock, the bar, But the single, constant, and most distant star We steer our ship of state by from afar.