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To Vote or Not to Vote


Unless all decided to do so. The message would be so much stronger and immediate.

I do understand the idea of voting, I just think it may have outlived its use.

Then how do we govern ourselves?

Certainly not by surrendering.
Certainly not by being apathetic, there's enough of that with the damn vote!

Then it is Revolution we seek...

Yes. It sounds more round, as if it is nearing a much needed change from "politics" as usual.

If a statement can be made by "voting", it stands to reason that "abstention from voting" is as equally powerful, just the flip-side, but it requires the collective to understand that by "abstaining", by not voting, that they indeed are "voting"...

Either way, rise up for the love and peace of life!

 Peace and Love
If you don't vote, you can't be heard.

© 2014  Mark Richard Prime

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