Call it!

Call it!
It was hotly contested
So close to call
NO one was playing ball

Seemed like a two man race
Yet many were in pace
In Between, they hoped to be placed

But the masses had decided
This time, today, enough
Our lives have to change
None was willing to back down

But not the mess in EKK
They had their own agenda
These vipers of splendor
Blood, to them is tender
It’s their cup of tea

So could they call it?
Yes, they could
Only they didn’t have a definite one!

Lives were lost
On this indecision
Yet they could laugh it off
I don’t know!
Was their call
These masters of plunder