By: Cedric McClester

The first black president
Must have made one hell of an impression
On the man who followed him
Directly in succession
He seems to want to unravel
Whatever is at his discretion
In order to rob the legacy
Of the man whose name means blessing

He did his best to chase
Obamacare away
Without an adequate replacement
To make its absence okay
Now it’s gas emissions
Being lowered by the EPA
I guess fossil fuel behemoths
Are sadly here to stay

And on the international scene
The man has been a wreck
He left the Paris Climate Accord
And gives our allies no respect
Then ***** up to Vlad Putin
A man of greater intellect
And pulled out of the Iran Nuclear deal
To spite Obama I suspect

And when he can denigrate him
He never misses a chance
Much like a woman scorned
Caught in a bad romance
People are getting tired
Of this dismal dance
They can predict his moves
Four moves in advance


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By: Cedric McClester

You can stop the news
But the word will still get out
It might be a whisper
Or it could be a shout
Still the people will be heard
There isn’t any doubt
And it’s futile for you to
Go the strong-arm route

You can stop the news
But the movement will continue
Out on the public square
Or at another venue
The people are resilient
And you’ll find that when you
Try to restrict their choice
It will still be on the menu

The rule of oppression
One day has to end
Or it will be broken
If it doesn’t bend
The rulers can ignore it
Or they can just pretend
But change is gonna come
In the very end

You can stop the news
And think that your corruption
Forever will continue
Without an interruption
But you would be wrong
It will lead to your destruction
Believe it or not
That’s a logical deduction




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By: Cedric McClester

I make no excuses
Please let me explain
I didn’t want to be here
I just couldn’t take the pain
I said I wouldn’t do it
Never (Ever) again
I need you to understand
Tell me if you can

I said to myself
Never (Ever) again
Will I go back there
But that’s where I seem to end
Lord give me the strength
That only you can send
I know that I don’t have it
And so I won’t pretend

I couldn’t resist it
See it was leading me
To a place I didn’t wanna go
Where I should never be
Why I always end up there
Is a mystery
Yet all you ever have to do
Is review my history

I don’t need your pity
Because I’m overwrought
Condemn me not by committee
Instead give me support
I don’t wanna die this way
That’s why I’ve always fought
Searching for the peace of mind
That I've always sought





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By: Cedric McClester

It’s never easy
Losing a friend
I shouldn’t be crying
But I can’t pretend
That it doesn’t hurt
Especially when
I’ll never be able
To see you again

It’s never easy
Having to grieve
I never thought about
You having to leave
All of us do
Trust and believe
And although it is true
It’s hard to conceive

But this ain’t a tale
Of woe is me
Not as long as I have
Such fond memories
Which can take me back
To our used to bes
And I’ll smile at the thought
Of those sweet memories

It’s never easy
But be that as it may
A sad fact of life
Is we all go away
And so we must treasure
Each given day
As if it’s our last
Because who's to say



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By: Cedric McClester

He doesn’t gives a ****,
Whether the children
Are brought back.
Especially if they’re brown,
They might as well be black!
Judging by the way
He usually tends to act
Sad as that is, it’s no less a fact

He doesn’t give a ****,
That they were separated.
I’m talking about the President
Whose policy was instated
His racism is well known,
Which can’t be debated
The evidence is clear
And it needs to be stated

He doesn’t give a ****
How the rest of us feel,
Or whether, or not
It’s underneath appeal
We shouldn’t be surprised
Once we know the deal
Everything he does
Seems to be surreal

He doesn’t give a ****
About anybody else.
Other than the obvious,
In other words, himself.
Never mind those cages
Or if they’re on a shelf
It went down in secret
Some would call it stealth



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By:Cedric McClester

Another black man down,
Because of Stand Your Ground!
Examples do abound,
Allow me to expound
It’s a license to ****,
For those inclined, who will
Who have the requisite skill
Assured of no True bill

When push came to shove
He was disposed of
Wasn’t shown no love
The bullet lodged above
Somewhere in the chest
As he drew his last breath
In front of his bereft
They knew that his soul left

And can you believe,
He was turning to leave
When a gun was retrieved
From a pocket not a sleeve
As you might have guessed
The bullet hit his chest
I guess you know the rest,
There was no arrest!

How could there be?
When the law you see,
Lets the shooter go free
But here’s the key
If during the strife
He feared for his life
Then he had the legal right
To shoot him on sight


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By: Cedric McClester

You know he’s full of stuff
When the evidence ain’t enough
And he’s acting like a cream puff
By not calling Putin’s bluff
If I labeled him a scaredy-cat
Or better yet Putin’s new doormat
Would that raise the thermostat,
And flush out that Norway rat?

When the evidence is irrefutable
To the point that it’s not disputable
His response is always mutable
And comes out as most unsuitable
Then his mouthpiece attempts to frame
An alibi, but we’re hip to her game
She can’t absolve him of the blame
Though she tries to just the same

So you better believe and trust
That she looks ridiculous
When she’s being duplicitous
By trying to fool the rest of us
It’s a sin to stand there and lie
But she gives it a college try
Like the mistress of deny
As if the Ten Commandment don’t apply

They interfered with our election
With a clear cut interjection
Of cybernet deflection
Without protest or objection
Two days before his inauguration
He was told of the Russian’s participation
Much to his own consternation
Yet he still voices reservations





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By: Cedric McClester

Is it fact, or fiction?
Or just his predilection
For causing so much friction
Before his contradiction
How easily he lies
Now, he wouldn’t be surprised
If Russia actually did it
Though it took time to admit it.

We listened and were patient
Despite our aggravation
To his strange explanation
As he addressed a nation
That is used to his pedantics
But weary of his antics
Of blaming mere semantics
Like he is on some Chantix

Of course that’s a joke
I know he doesn’t smoke
Though he drinks lots of Coke
More than the average bloke
And do not ask me why?
We can count on him to lie
While attempting to deny
By way of alibi

In search of a reason
Was it weakness? Was it treason?
That led to his malfeasance
Which one should get credence?
The jury is still out,
But NO COLLUSION! he’ll still shout
Though there is little doubt
As to what it’s all about


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By: Cedric McClester

President Trump asked,
“Why would they?”
To a chorus like response,
“How could he?”
Indemnify their complicity
In the 2016 election’s duplicity
Cuz he doesn’t mind the publicity

There’s a thousand
Reasons why
The Russians
Might give it a try
But he takes the word
Of a man
Who lies frequently
Like him, understand?

Despite his intelligence
Sources
He listens to
Contrary voices
Then rails about
Fake news
FOX NEWS is a hell of a
Choice to choose

The goods on him
Must be strong
Because Putin
Can do no wrong
There’s never
A disparaging word
And that on its face
Is absurd


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By: Cedric McClester

Defending the indefensible
Is not a matter of principle
In a word is incomprehensible
Or better yet reprehensible
But you can hear the chant
From the mouth of a sycophant
Sounding a sibilant
To give it a certain slant

If it’s purely a matter of choice
How do you justify giving a voice
To Booker T. over DuBois
It’s just a matter of perspective
On the part of one who’s reflective
Representing the collective
In a matter worthy of invective
Or at the very least a corrective

Why would you want to defend?
Or for that matter try to pretend
That you’re in it for a just end
When it’s impossible to comprehend
Who is it you’re trying to serve
Is it someone that might not deserve
Your support should be held in reserve
In deference to what you observe

Why should you come to the aid,
Of someone whose bed is already made?
See that’s not me throwing shade
At those so easily swayed
It’s just a salient fact
Based on the way that they act
They need to be attacked
And not a word of it will I redact


















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By: Cedric McClester

Well, I’ll be ******!
Trump and Putin are a sham
Perpetrating a flim-flam
They just shot Uncle Sam!
In Helsinki with a battering ram
Is it necessary to draw a diagram?
In order for you to understand
That all of it must have been preplanned

They met in private
With no notetakers
Under the guise of  peacemakers
Just like your average lawbreakers
Doing their best to throw haymakers
See neither one of them are Quakers
But they’re con men outright fakers
Playing ball like the new Lakers

I blame the one,
But not the both
Cuz Putin didn’t swear an oath
He wants to stymie our growth
And Trump’s playing with half a loaf
For his base which he betroth
But which of them hates us the most
It’s hard to say, yet he’ll still boast

He doesn’t care about us
So he’s betrayed his sacred trust
In order to do what he must
To protect himself and to adjust
Even if we all go bust
Making America how he discussed
Despite the economy being robust
He’s unworthy of our trust







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By: Cedric McClester

How do you spell Treason?
With a capital “T”
It’s the reason he equivocated
For the whole world to see
So why did he do it?
Well that’s no mystery,
He’s being white-mailed
And that is what’s key

How do you explain
His abysmal behavior?
See, some of you thought
That he, like the Savior
Walked on water
Because he just played ya
An amorphous base
Is all that he’s made ya

He is a traitor
There’s no doubt about it
Let’s go to the roof tops
So we can shout it
You see in my mind
This needs to be touted
Because this train-wreck
Needs to be rerouted

Now is the time
For us to get to it
He’s never been fit
And most of us knew it
If we mention impeachment
Republicans eschew it
That notwithstanding
It’s time that we do it






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By: Cedric McClester

He  doesn’t see,
The far or the near
And refuses to acknowledge
What’s crystal clear
The question isn’t
Did Russia interfere
The question is why,
Does he holds them so dear?

He ran through NATO
Like a hot knife through butter
Said things about the E.U.
Our president shouldn’t utter
Was it a slip of the tongue,
Did you hear him stutter?
He came through
Like morning sun through a shutter

What does Putin
Have on him?
That runs deeper than,
Steele dossier spin?
Who caught him doing it,
And can you tell me when?
Or better yet when,
Is it all gonna end?

If this argument
Isn’t devoid of reason,
Then the President needs to be
Charged with treason
The FBI should march in
And begin seizing
All of the evidence
Before it starts leaving







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By: Cedric McClester

He picked this up
If nothing else
“Love thy enemy
As thy self.”
And pray for those
Who persecute you
Because that’s the
Christian thing to do

Is he as close
As it may appear
And why is he that
Into Vadimir
It’s enough to
Give us a scare
If you’re paying attention
Or aware

Chances are
None to slim
That Putin doesn’t
Have the goods on him
Could it be
Some hotel trim?
Or the golden showers
Shared by them?

Whatever it is,
He acquiesces
To Putin’s wishes
Through
His excesses
Praising dictators
And the aggressive
Autocrats he always blesses

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By: Cedric McClester

While in Brussels
He should eat his sprouts
Instead of spreading
All kinds of doubt
Though he’s prone
To have his bouts
And fits of pique
Therefore, he shouts

Germany’s getting
Russian gas
And so he’s putting
Them on blast
Although he never
Stopped to ask
Why that is
Cuz he lacks class

NATO’s wondering
Why he’s disputing
How much they put in
Could it be Putin
That he’s trying
To impress
Which is the conclusion
If they had to guess

Name an ally
He hasn’t insulted
Find just one
He hasn’t doubted
While Putin on
The other hand
Has been cast
As his main man




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By: Cedric McClester

People unite
Let’s join the fight
There’s no need
To get uptight
Because there’s nothing
That we can’t right
As long as we have
The appetite

Keep hope alive
For the deprived
And all of those
Who seek to survive
They are the ones
We need to revive
Until this madness
Starts to subside

We can win
If we don’t give in
And begin to provoke
Their chagrin
Which might be the message
That we hope to send
One that is easy
To comprehend

But to achieve
We must believe
That we can do
What we conceive
On behalf of
Those aggrieved
So let’s proceed
As we must indeed






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As everybody knows
It wouldn’t matter
Who he chose
As his Supreme Court nominee
Out of those
He let us see
For those who wanna know what gives?
All of them are conservatives

So say goodbye
To Roe V Wade
And other settled law
That was made
When the Court
Had a little balance
Despite the judges’
Or their talents

Be prepared to
See the past
Become the present
Because alas!
As we can see
The dye’s been cast
What’s he telling us
Is kiss his ***

A Supreme Court
In the Presidents image
Starting at
The line of scrimmage
Doesn’t matter
What’s the primmace
It’s enough to
Make you grimace

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By: Cedric McClester

Giuilani is like
A Pomeranian Dog
Barking loudly
From out of the fog
Of presidential lies
Like “no collusion”
Though it’s unwise
To arrive at that conclusion

He’s always been
A spotlight *****
And now he’s been cast
As Donald Trump’s flunky
Acting just like
An ***** grinder’s monkey
Because he’s an ***
Like the average donkey

In order to garner
The President’s trust
He can best be described
As obsequious
Doing his bidding
As we know he must
That’s why he’s worthy
Of our disgust

He looks like the Penguin
From a Batman story
And I mean that literally
There’s no allegory
I could use to describe
Outside of the laboratory
Of Frankenstein
That would be as hoary




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By: Cedric McClester

We’re glad that you have confidence
In Kim Jong-Un
But without sufficient evidence
Maybe it’s a tad too soon
To break out the champagne
Or toast to your success
When the reality of your situation
Is probably so much less

It’s been said that beauty
Lies in the beholder’s eyes
But tell me what does it mean
When they say denuclearize?
Does it mean the same thing to them
That it means to you
And what does it mean
For the  follow through?

You believe a handshake
And a pat on the back
Will get you to the place
Where you wanna be at
And the feeling you get
When alone in a room
Is probably something totally different
For Kim Jong-Un

Indeed there’s no more
Talk of war
Like there might have been
Once before
But you’ve stopped the rhetoric
And that’s for sure, sure
The  nasty names have ceased
So you’re hoping for more







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By: Cedric McClester

It’s not just the hearts
That they’re breaking
Or the MS-13s
In the making
Because of the
Family structures they’re shaking
By their Zero Tolerance
Immigration undertaking

It’s the capriciousness
Of the things that they’re doing
Not to mention the color
Of the families they’re *******
That lets us know
There’s a reckoning brewing
Because the whole world
Is in on the viewing

Men and women
Who have children
Yet their hearts are numb
Will reap the famine
That has yet to come
Who will be spared?
Not one single one
Because of the awful things that they’ve done

Is there a black market
In parentless children?
And are we complicit
In trying to fill them?
With new immigrants,
We refuse to accept
Because we’ve become
Morally bereft









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By: Cedric McCleater

Anytime it’s news
He can’t take
The kind that’s bound to
Give him a headache
Nine times out of ten
He’ll label it fake
Like what they’re reporting
Is somehow opaque

And don’t let it be
An anonymous source
Because he’ll opine
From a golf course
It can’t be believed
Unless it’s endorsed
He payed for their silence
And demands it’s enforced

Most of the news
Comes out of a leak
From trusted advisors
Who’ve chosen to speak
And nothing more
Gets the President’s pique
Than to think insiders
Would be that weak

But what’s going on
Behind the scenes
Is too much to take
By any means
It’s considerably more
Than a hill of beans
And can’t be contained
By his spin machines




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By:Cedric McClester

Now that you’ve had your photo-op
Is North Korea gonna stop?
Or continue acting over the top
You know they’ll never close-up shop
Despite his signature on the page
He’s like a tiger in a cage
That you placed on an international stage
One you were foolish to directly engage

And what have you gotten in return
Not a **** thing, but you’ll never learn
Which gives us pause and great concern
How many times must you get burned
It’s not about how you may feel
That makes it art or a deal
It’s the give and take that makes it real
Not your personality or his appeal

You must be high on some yao
To think all it would take is Mike Pompeo
To get Kim Young-un to finally say-oh
What the hell, here’s the time and day yo
That we’ll dismantle all our nukes
And let you send in your investigative spooks
You must think we’re a bunch of kooks
Or worst yet slant-eyed *****

Foolishly you stopped military exercises
The ones that Little Rocket Man despises
Yet in the east the sun still rises
You should listen to your wise advisers
See he did nothing that he hadn’t before
Other than stop the talk of war
So he’s ahead if you’re keeping score
But I don’t think you are anymore






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By: Cedric McCleste

He continues lying
About John McCain
Who is dying
And Papa Bush 43
Who’s well in his 90’s
We see
And then there’s what’s her name
The one he always defames

He's a piece of work
But it’s not our fault
That he's a ****
Giving out pardons
And perks
To those undeserving
Twerks
Who are part of
His sick networks

He's a big fat buffoon
Who needs desperately
To change his tune
He's a whale
We'd like to harpoon
And his demise
Can’t come too soon
For those he likes to impugn

Does he really think
We don’t know
That his wife’s
Just a reformed ***
Who he parades out
Even though
In her past life
She was a pro



















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By: Cedric McClester

Send us your tired,
Your weak and your poor
Though they're not welcomed here
Anymore
For the nightmare
They'll find in store
Once ICE catches 'em
On an American shore

It doesn't make
Any sense
For a nation
Of immigrants
To put others
Behind a fence
Housed in haphazardly
Erected tents

What has this nation
Become
That only is welcoming
To some
Under the sound of
A repressive drum
Ain't it enough
To make you numb

Who or what
Do we wanna be
In the annals of history
Will remain
A big mystery
As long as it's
This blistery






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Melania chose to share
That she really doesn’t care
As if we were unaware
And couldn’t tell by her icy stare
As a way of raising her voice
She made a poor fashion choice
So their base could clap and rejoice
At the children whose eyes were moist

Melania chose to share
She had ample time to prepare
See she didn’t have to go there
But decided to take to the air
Just so she could vex us
Or in order for her to perplex us
She flew down to Texas
In time for the children’s breakfast

Melania chose to share
That her thinking wasn’t all there
Though she usually has such a flare
For the clothes that she chooses to wear
In temperature of eighty-one degrees
She wore a jacket that went down to her knees
All this to shoot the breeze
There’s an expression, ‘****** please!”

Melania chose to share
But nobody shed a tear
Despite the bad atmosphere
That exists in their foster care
So why didn’t she just stay home
In full view of the Capitol dome
Or vacation somewhere in Rome
The answer will remain unknown



















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By: Cedric McClester

Those heartless sons of *******
Comprised of warlocks and witches
Sitting at home with their riches
Need to be kicked in their britches
Like people who are totally unaware
They’re telling us that they really don’t care
About those children who sit and stare
Looking for parents who are not there

Those callous *******
Must think that we’re all suckers
Like the coalminers and truckers
Or the closed factories of pluckers
Deep down South in the chicken belt
Must know how those children felt
Considering the hand they were dealt
Which should make their cold hearts melt

But they’re oblivious
To their pledge, “In God we trust,”
They could care less about the rest of us
Which for the empathetic would be a must
They don’t walk in our shoes
But that’s no new news
It’s something they’d never choose
To the contrary they refuse

Those Trumpian *******
As earlier stated,” *******!”
Constantly tryin to duck us
Would like nothing better than to chuck us
But through the magic of videotape
They can try but  they won’t escape
The public’s scrutiny
It’s there for us all to see


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By: Cedric McClester

They’re not the same Republicans
That they were before
They don’t like separating families
But like zero tolerance more
In the face of the inhumanity
They’re willing to ignore
It’s a clear indication
That they’re rotten to the core

They’re the new Republicans
Subservient to Donald Trump
Afraid he might come after them
On the campaign stump
And so they’re more than willing
To adopt the role of chump
Even if so doing
Will land them in a dump

They know that he's ridiculous
But they still look the other way
It never matters to them
What he has to say
They will not repudiate him
Or get in the fray
Which by all outward appearances
Makes it look like it's okay

Long- time past Republicans
Are leaving the party in droves
Ashamed at what it has become
As everybody knows
From the top down to the bottom
Is where **** usually flows
But that’s the new reality
That each of 'em has chose






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By: Cedric McClester

Corey Lewandowski is your average
Lipless colorless savage
Who’s out to make some cabbage
Like that old familiar adage
As long as his contract is renewed
He doesn’t care who gets *******
Whether it’s an austistic six year old
I’m telling you that man is cold

And he’s so far up the ****
Of his mentor Donald Trump
That even on the campaign stump
All Trump had to say is jump
For him to never question why?
All he asked is, “Boss how high?”
And when Trump told him, ‘You’re fired!”
Even then he never tired

Now he’s on the TV screen
To be succinct, he’s obscene
Though Trump thinks he’s peachy keen
Even though he has no spleen
He’ll say whatever Trump finds pleasing
In or out of the campaign season
And he never has to have a reason
To double down on those he’s teasing

He has the public misdirected
With talk about who infected
The unfair system that he erected
The same one most of us rejected
See Lewandowski goes along
With no concept of right or wrong
Like a quisling
Caught up In the throng








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By: Cedric McClester

You blame it on Obama
We blame it on your mama
She had you long before
You’re rotten to the core
And I could say much more
You have the kind of insanity
That’s lacking in humanity
Which makes us ask why can’t we see?

Your tender age facilities
Devoid of most utilities
To test our sensibilities
Because of your hostilities
You’re exposing vulnerabilities
But there’s a special place in hell
Where individuals like you dwell
Along with Satan who also fell

Babies ripped away from mothers
Separated from sisters and brothers
Lying beneath Mylar covers
Who are treated unlike others
What’s become of Uncle Sam
Does anybody give a ****?
How we now are being viewed
All because of one sick dude

A new kind of Helter-Skelter
Where babies freeze or they swelter
How can they call it a shelter?
Is he a heavyweight or a welter?
His euphemisms serve to enrage
Are they babies, or “tender age”?
And why are they locked inside a cage?
Can we ever turn the page?






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By: Cedric McClester

He was slaughtered
Like a sheep
Now he's laid down
So he can sleep
He’s onward bound
So don’t cha weep
Just dig his grave
Six feet deep

His time on earth
May have been short
Before the fuselage
Was caught
Let’s hope his life
Wasn’t for naught
And there’s a lesson
To be taught

Violence caught him
Oh so young
And it cannot
Be undone
I hope he had
A little fun
Before the end
Of his run

Every life
Has a season
His was taken
Without good reason
He was dead before
He got his keys in
His car’s ignition
Because of treason



























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By: Cedric McClester

Trump the diplomat
All that was missing
Was his top hat
Trump the negotiator
Negotiated what we
Had before, nothing more
North Korea waited
And he capitulated

They promised to
Denuclearize
But where or when
We’ll have to surmise
Will continue to be
A big surprise
Meanwhile we conceded
What they needed

They needed to be
Legitimized
And we gave them that
You realize
With little from them
In return
Because Donald Trump
Refuses to learn

He considers the summit
A huge success
But in reality
It was so much less
Trump placed North Korea
On an equal plane
But they’re a nuclear threat
Just the same




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By: Cedric  McClester

In a world
Where ******* knew their place
And whites ruled
In every case
When adversity
Was rarely faced
Like the present
Could be erased

Oh, to return
To yesteryear
When whites didn’t
Have a care
And the others
Lived in fear
Wish those days
Would reappear?

Even though
They’re taking stock
Can they
Ever turn back the clock
To when
They had it all on lock
Or are
Their efforts to be mocked?

They appear
Stuck in the past
But they can all
Just kiss my ***
Cuz that time
Wasn’t made to last
And it moved by
Real fast





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By: Cedric McClester

The nation’s School Safety Commission
Won’t look at guns
It’s enough to give a regular person
The runs
When you look at the damage
That guns have done
It has to make you wonder
Are they just having fun

Children are dying in schools
Every other day
And it usually comes
From an AKA
That a student is carrying
To blow fellow students away
But no one wants to mention
The gun laws or the NRA

A kid asked
The press secretary
What’s the administration
Gonna do
“Honestly kid
I’d tell ya if I knew.”
Should have been the answer
Cuz it would have been true

Why study a problem,
But not the root cause?
Shouldn’t that give us
Reason to pause
Are they really serious
Or they never was
Don’t judge ‘em by what he says
Judge him by what he does













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By: Cedric McClester

Is it duplicity
That I detect?
Which confounds
The average intellect
When families are treated
With such disrespect
They say It’s not the aim
But it’s the affect

Families are forcefully
Separated
Is it any wonder why
America is hated
Even though they say
Our president is elated
His immigration policy
Needs to be debated

South Americans
Seeking asylum
Come to these shores
To escape the violence
Only to be criminalized
For their reliance
On the American dream
Which for them is silenced

Could it be
The color of their skin,
That works against
Them getting in?
If not why then ?
Because it’s a sin
To be in the predicament
They find themselves in




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By: Cedric McClester

They say
Water seeks  Its own level
Like Donald Trump
Is down with the devil
And I just thought
You ought to know
Cuz, lots of people
Have said so

They say behind
His teased hair
Revelations says
There are three sixes there
Which is the devil’s sign
If you’re not aware
Is it any wonder
Why he gives us a scare?

While he frequently talks
About,” the deep state”
As a way of promoting
Animosity and hate
Rarely does he elevate
The conversation
Or give equal weight
To the opposing side of the debate

Anything
But the Mueller probe
That in good time
Will serve to disrobe
His avarice
Around the globe
Like magnified
Underneath a strobe





















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By: Cedric McClester

Mankind in general
Had better beware
Of what he’s hiding
Underneath his hair
Three revealed numbers
You’ll no doubt find there
The three sixes prophesized
Which should give you a scare

The Evangelicals
Tend to look the other way
While the devil’s in
The White House busy at play
They’re awaiting the Rapture
Which they call, Judgement Day
Or the end of times
As some others say

It’s those numbers
That he’s trying to hide
Not just the bald spot
That he has denied
It’s so obvious
Once logic’s applied
He’s the devil incarnate
But I’ll let you decide

The devil has the appearance
Of one who succeeds
But he must be judged
By his dastardly deeds
I hope I’m not getting
Too much in the weeds
But it’s upon the gullible
That he often feeds





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By: Cedric McClester

If she went to Trump
On her hands and knees
Begging him to pardon
That grandma they seized
For her non-violent crime
Even if she said please
He’d likely ignore her
Instead of appease

Let me add a salient fact
The grandma in question
Happens to be black
But he’s not a racist
It must be an act
Just look at the people
He tend to attract

One non-violent act
To which she admitted
See no one denies
Whether she did it
But they gave her life
For the crime she committed
So she rots in prison
And I just don’t get it

Look at the characters
That he didn’t deny
Scooter Libby who outed
An American spy
And Sheriff Apaio
Makes you wonder why
But not the grandma
Who’ll be there ‘til she die





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By: Cedric McClester

We’ve been engulfed
In a world of drama
Since Trump’s  victory
Shook Obama
Though he has the veneer
Of being the calmer
Also erudite
While Trump’s an alarmer

Now people wonder
When will it stop
Cuz Trump’s like a bull
In a china shop
Trump jumps the shark
He’s so over the top
A smooth criminal
Someone call a cop

His victory
Came as a surprise
When the numbers were in
We began to realize
What had happened
Right in front of our eyes
And ever since then
He’s told nothing but lies

As his position
Continues to harden
He’s pardoned those
Unworthy of pardon
He’d like nothing better
Than to have killed Bin Larden
But Obama did that
So look what he’s charting














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By: Cedric McClester

I’m other-ized
And despised
By those I surmise
Who are none the wise
That what they are seeing
Is a fellow human being
And just that recognition
Could improve my condition

I’m vilified
And denied
When the system’s applied
Convicted before tried
So it’s easy to hate me
Or under rate me
What’s harder to do
Is to inflate me

I’m over hyped
And stereotyped
When certain folks griped
I’ve been prison striped
And not for nothing
Removed or forgotten
As a direct outgrowth
Sometimes I’m both

As you might have deduced
I’ve been reduced
Forced to ask what’s the use?
Told to vamoose
And it’s become clear
They’d like me to disappear
But despite what they’re praying
I declare that I’m staying











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By: Cedric McClester

You can’t believe anything
You read or see,
Says a president that wants us
To believe in only he
He’s a master of deflection
Some of you might agree
Unless you drank his Kool Aid
And believe in his theory

He’s a merchant of deception
And it’s so obvious
We forget about God
When it’s in him we place our trust
But one day he’ll be gone
When he returns to dust
Proving that he was only human
Just like the rest of us

He’s driven by his greed
And that’s no mystery
All we have to do
Is check out his history
Then there’s no need to ask
Why would he do this to me?
He’s a world class narcissist
Which is plain enough to see

He’s merchant of deception
Yessuh, yes indeed
Though beloved by his base
Who just don’t seem to take heed
To the damage that he’s doing
While continuing to succeed
Doing what he does
To satisfy his greater need































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By: Cedric McCleser

Jesus rode into Galilee
On an ***
But today’s televangelists
Want to fly fast
To spread his word
If you were to ask
But who are they really
Behind the mask

54 million,
One’s looking for,
So he can fly everywhere
To spread the word more
He must not have heard of
The internet for sure
Or maybe he’s just greedy
Down to his core

He wants his now
Never mind the hereafter
Which provokes the angel’s
Celestial laughter
‘Cuz he’ll have no place
Up there with his Master
No floating on clouds
Made of alabaster

Many are called
But few are chosen
I see the hell fire
About to close in
Those greedy *******
Need their bank accounts frozen
They’re just hypocrites
Counting money that flows in






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By: Cedric McClester

When our president
Determines what should be
And we don’t have the right
To take a knee
How on earth
Can we say that we’re free?
If we acquiesce
To the dogma that we see

Some call him
The Master of the Lie
A title that he’s earned
Who can deny?
Deflection is usually
The reason why
Along with the gullibility
Of those who buy

His base is
Only a tiny fraction
Of the vast majority
Who take no action
When his branding
Is worthy of redaction
It seems to linger on
To his satisfaction

Adverse news he claims
The press is faking
Which is merely subterfuge
Of his own making
Never mind the norms
That he’s breaking
On a Richter scale
It’s just breathtaking







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By: Cedric McClester

A lot of people are sayin’…
Does not legitimize
When the words that usually follow
Are little more than lies
The President uses this phrase a lot
Which should come as no surprise
You see he’s a great prevaricater
As by now you’ve realized

A lot of people are sayin’…
Bad things about the FBI
But you have to ask yourself
What’s the reason why
When it comes to the President
Who would need to spy?
If there wasn’t campaign collusion
Which he’s so quick to deny

A lot of people are sayin’…
He dyes his hair
Because it should be greying
Or that he wears a wig
For real, I’m not playin’
To hide the bald spots
We would be surveying
If not for his habit
Of constant hair spraying

A lot of people are sayin’…
Whatever he wants to pretend
As if that validates
The message  he’d like to send
Like there was no collusion
All that’s missing from that is amen!
But he’s lying through his teeth
And he does it time and time again



























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By: Cedric McClester

Have you ever been
Lonely inside a crowd?
Or have you ever wanted
To just scream out loud?
Have you ever thought
About suicide,
Until the negativity
Within you finally died?

Have you ever found yourself
In such a dark space?
That you wanted to abandon,
The human race?
Have you ever been
Crushed by your own fears
That you found yourself
Drowning in your own te

Have you ever thought about,
What’s coming next?
Or has contemplation
Just left you complexed?
Have you ever been on,
Such a downward spiral?
That your melancholy,
Seemed like it went viral?

Have you ever found yourself
In such a dark space?
That you wanted to abandon,
The human race?
Have you ever been
Crushed by your own fears
That you found yourself
Drowning in your own tears

By: Cedric McClester

Although many of you
May think not
America is great big
Melting ***
Where different languages
Are spoken a lot
It’s all part of
Our polyglot

So don’t you point
A finger at me
Because you’re limited
As I can see
Nor threaten me
With I-C-E
An illegal immigrant
I may not be

And if you want
English spoken only
Then I’m afraid
You’re gonna be lonely
Cuz I speak another language
You wanna stone me?
Or presume to assume
You can disown me

Can’t we all just
Get along
Being a polyglot
Don’t make me wrong
While English only
Is a familiar song
It’s our diversity
That makes us strong





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By: Cedric McClester

They won’t even explain
That comment about John McCain
Nor will they refrain
From causing him pain
Be that as it may
To this very day
They refuse to say - who
Or make ‘em pay

His vote doesn’t matter
Was their chitter chatter
As they stirred the batter
Before they scattered
And none will own up
To being so abrupt
As to corrupt
That scenario construct

So were they wise
They’d apologize
For speaking demise
Before cutting ties
With the guilty party
Who was such a smarty
As to shame Laurel and Hardy
With that sort of barley

There’s no denying
That John McCain is dying
But there’s no justifying
Them not replying
To our queries of who
Said what they knew
Would put the *****
To one of their crew







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By: Cedric McClester

Dear Mr. North
Tell me what do you mean?
When you say that they're
Part of a propaganda machine
You weren’t at Parkland
Nor at the scene
When they got mowed down
By that gun carrying fiend

You’re the new head
Of the NRA
Who’s looking for something
Outrageous to say
So why would mass ******
Get in the way
Of your sick agenda
It happens, (okay)

I guess when you think about it
It makes perfect sense
The Iran-Contra scandal
Had your fingerprints
So it’s not hard for you
To come to the defense
Of the NRA
And therefore, hence

It’s easy for you
To attempt to equate
The Civil Rights movement
With your brand of hate
But the arch of justice bends
And the hour is late
For you to make that
Part of your debate


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By: Cedric McClester

Her baby came out
But in a haze
As a consequence
Of her drug addicted ways
Seems like
An epidemic now-a-days
With too high of a cost
Its victim pays

Yes she’s sorry
But what ‘s the use
If you ask most
That’s just an excuse
For her poor choices
They might well deduce
But it’s a disease
That causes the misuse

Looking back
She wonders what went wrong
As a matter of fact
That’s an old familiar song
For those seeking pain relief
That  takes too long
For it to acquiesce
The pain’s so strong

People think
Much differently today
Than they did
Ten years ago, let’s say
Accordingly what
They didn’t suspect
In their own families
They’re beginning to detect







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By: Cedric McClester

Brother just because
You’re willing and able
To accept the crumbs
From your master’s table
Doesn’t mean that
Your position’s stable
Or that you won’t receive
An Uncle Tom’s label

Sistah because you reside
In the master’s house
Don’t confuse yourself
With his spouse
Although he may give you
Her very used blouse
You’re still poorer
Than the average church mouse

Don’t look down at us
Still in the fields
Because we don’t get
The same kind of meals
If you have no idea
Just how it feels
Be careful of what
Your attitude reveals

Some of you don’t mind
That you’re being used
And Some of you, simply put
Are just confused
And some of you are Toms
Just as you’re accused
And some of you are
Damaged goods who got bruised






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By: Cedric McClester

The cracks are starting to show
Time catches up ya know
If you were a woman
They’d call you a **
But you’d still be a *******
Even so
And your star-like patina
Is losing its glow

The scars of history
Will make certain
That all of the women
You’re hurtin’
Will come out
From behind their glass curtain
To put an end
To the abuse and flirtin’

Now you can go on
And pretend
Karma won’t get ya
In the end
But I’ve got news
For you friend
The ark of justice
Is long but it bends

What’s that old paradigm?
You can fool all the people
Sometimes
But you can’t get away
With your crimes
When we still see
The same telltale signs
Which only serves to remind






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