Such a thing of evil to behold,
Two conmen, masters of the corporate fold,
Selling political favors, silver and gold,
For millions, their integrity, uncontrolled.
In shadows they thrive, yet a nation bleeds,
America's trust, pillaged by their deeds.
Eroding foundations with each treacherous seed,
A republic mourns, as its values recede.
^ Written by a friend
