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.