A Vulture Circling in the Sky

Crows line the fences
Vultures hang in the skies
Coyotes roam the desert
In the land of the moonrise

Winds sweep the valleys
Rivers wash the gorge
Everything is ominous
As it awaits the coming purge

Empying the swamp
That's what he likes to say
But hidden behind the verbiage 
He takes democracy away