Oh, hear the lament from the Left’s loud choir,
As they wail and gnash, their hopes set on fire.
They preached of abortion, with fervor so bright,
But the voters, they chose, on this very night.

Kamala, the beacon, with her pearls and her plan,
Promised freedom for women, from every ban.
But her speeches and rallies, they fell to the ground,
As the nation decided, her voice was not found.

They screamed about rights, with a desperate plea,
But forgot that the people have their own decree.
The ballots were cast, the count was complete,
And the Left’s grand illusion met its defeat.

For the folks in the middle, and those on the right,
Saw through the facade, the Left’s blinding light.
Now Kamala’s gone, with her dreams in the dust,
Proving sometimes, the majority’s choice is just.