A third force steadies the dance of the vote,
In democracy’s tide, it keeps the system afloat.
Like the sun in nature’s grand design,
It moves to keep all life in line.
Biogeochemical songs, webs of feast and flight,
Morning breeze whispers in morning light.
Political science mirrors nature’s design—
A third party keeps democracy in line.
Like the sun in an ecosystem’s flow,
It balances cycles, helps progress grow.
Without it, politics turns to a game,
Just passing the blame, always the same.
A game of catch, a loop, a spin
Only a balancing pivot can let truth win.
Beneath the Sky built on the columns might. Where clouds fly in black and white
Two Long Shadows witness moving sun. They recede slowly and get smaller the one.
The fulcrum is the third option when left and right in vain.
Voters pick up the third option of a brighter flame.
Their voices are firm and clear.
Blind to the truth to ears unfound, they speak in Thunder sharp and loud. ⛈️
The grass gets greener on the ground, grassroots voices draw the clouds. ⛅️
No golden Crown no seasoned brain, and soil-stained hands demand equity claim. ✋️
Grassroots voices both firms and clear the filters of the airs that Echo the ears. 👂
A cutting blade dissects the lies it splits the Claimants into two parties fight. 🔪
A pivot of balancing of right and wrong breaks the tradition of two-party songs. ✅️
