Nothing changed,
Their world hasn’t been rearranged.

The children still go to school.
One of them is dressed uncool.
Mourning, only wearing black,
There is no way back.

Another kid comes in—
laughs and mutters: "**** it! we never win.”

There is a boy in the hallway,
Crying because he doesn’t get a say.

Karol Tadeusz Nawrocki is now,
THEIR president,
THEIR leader,
THEIR ruler,
THEIR FATE.

They lost.

They heard Magdalena Agnieszka Biejat—
her name sadly couldn’t make it.

Rafał Kazimierz Trzaskowski?
another face on the losing ballot.

PiS won,
but at what cost?
A corridor of silent tears.
A playground where laughter dies.
A future stolen from poor kids.