The poem is about the election.

I wasn’t born on your land
but I care, as if it wasn’t true
I’ve never felt the L.A sand,
though I’ve always wanted to

Now, a choice has been made,
by citizens in cities that you own
As I was waiting, I felt afraid
and I’m sure that I wasn’t alone

Know I’m sorry for the outcome,
as you deserved much more
And now, what will you become,
nothing is certain anymore

The poem is about the election.

Would you have voted,
if you’d known what you know
Would you have gone out,
instead of choosing to let go

Would you have cared,
if you’d known the outcome
Would you have felt different,
or still been incredibly dumb

Would you have helped,
if you’d known it’d be close
Would you have been there,
where you were needed most