All Is Up For Sale Poem by Sandra Feldman

Money talks,
International
Language
Of the Hawks,
Money opens
Blood stained
doors,
Men in power
Sell their countries
Without qualms,
Like savage Boars.

Politicians!
They all
Have a price,
But selling your own
Country?
That's surely
Not, very nice!
Of this crime
Take good note
And be aware,
That those that
Have no Soul,
The Traitors, among us
All,
They just don't care
As long as Money is
Abundant and
Already there.

They will surely
Seed destruction
Everywhere,
And our Liberty
Will perish,
In a sea
Of Infamy
And Treachery.

Money talks
And Money buys,
The highest bidder
Takes the Prize...