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They lumber off without a word
They’ve been rejected by the herd.
Though once they held the reins of power
Now is not their hour.
They were the voice of moderation,
They served both party and the nation.
But now the party's rearranged -
Everything has changed
Today the party speaks as one;
They trumpet loud in unison.
The moderates are all despised,
Group-think now is prized.
The moderates have gone away.
Where they've gone no one can say.
The herd is happy if they split,
They don't give a shit.
So they wander off alone to die
Beneath an unforgiving sky.
Their hopes for a more genial land
Buried in the sand.
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