When No One Was Looking, fandango Crunch... Poem by Sandra Feldman

A boomerang of dirty Lies
That must come around
To cut the filthy ties
Inspired by hungry,
Dishonest hounds
That are destruction
Bound,
Heavily, disguised
As beneficial sounds,
While in the background
Hungry and dishonest
Wolves, plan a Deluge
Of unwanted chains
And changes,
That none expected
To be around,
For fools are born
By the thousands
Everyday,
But Wolves
Come, loaded
With hurtful
Ideas, to gain power
And in power,
Stay,
Forever and a day!