It’s raining.
As they see the exit poll.
The difference too small.
It’s raining.
As they see the late poll.
Is Poland going to fall?
It’s raining.
They look up the last poll.
They won’t sleep tonight.
Nor will they tomorrow.
They won’t breathe.
They won’t… They can’t anymore.
And it’s funny because they used to love rain, but now Nawrocki is their president.