Treason...By Design....Defined Poem by James B. Earley

..Trump's..corrupt...administration
A moral….degradation..
Pretending...local government….incapable
..Barr's...secret police
Whose..very presence..increase...
The thinking..our President's...unstable

..Once...thought a moron
Now..desperate Don…
Connivingly well..in Portland
..It ain't rule of law
But a personal flaw..
Spreading chaos...throughout..the heartland

..'Tis not...what it seems
But floating a scheme...
Martial law..is in...the making
..Desperate...Don
Clearly ain't no moron...
His freedom...his sorry ass..is saving

...An agitated mind
Going rogue..in real time...
An open letter..to Congressional...authority
...A threat..to be reckoned
Democracy...thus threatened..
Your leadership..an immediate...priority

..Thinking...this thought through
Congress..if you...
Faced a future...of judicial..tomorrows
..Knowing...without fail
Certainly..it's jail...
Understandable...the President's..horrors

….So..come….to your senses
Rapidly..build fences...
Put..kissassing...and backstabbing...aside
...Congress...you must
Your oaths..thoroughly discuss...
For once..allow honesty...preside