Unrecognizable! Poem by Sandra Feldman

In what kind of
Putrid ambiance
Are we living!
Who are these worthless Mongers
These political, Wonders
Who while saying they are right,
Betray all decent feelings.

Who are these cheap merchants?
Vendors of choking smoke,
That have taken, a once good Country
And made everything go so Wrong,
That we no longer recognize,
Our own home?

The doors of Hell
Have been opened
And it's not a pretty Song!
God Save America
Because those in power
Won't.