The Impeachment
The founding fathers in their graves
Are surely not at rest
For what they had intended
Has been brutally repressed.
The country’s been divided
By a madman at the wheel
And all attempts at justice
Somehow crumble and congeal.
At least a call of witnesses
Would help, if just a little,
To let the nation hear some truths
Before the sure acquittal.
With this administration
All decorum has departed
And we, the people, rage inside
Yet still feel broken-hearted.
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