The Impeachment-River Poem by Tengre Asasiun Gurun Tengre

The Impeachment-River



The Macbeth's blood stained hands,
Which can't be washed by the river.

Even the traitors are shouting
To across the impeachment river.

By the hands,
Which are stained red bloods,
How can they grab the poles?

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