The wind has risen

Along with rain doing it’s job

Tearing away the posters

With their sad refrain

Vote for this or that

Who will lose or what’s to win

At the end of day

No one can avoid fate

Not now, maybe never

But the dead stay dead 

No words to be spoken

Save in dreams

They say that in dreams

The dead come alive

So maybe that’s why 

I hear your voice

And in the distant void

A tiny child calls, “hey Ma!”