By: Cedric McClester

He don’t have a clue
But says he’s blacker than you
And while it might be true
Cuz there’s another way he grew
That tested his metal
He grew up in the ghetto
In a single parent home
By himself all alone

It was like day and night
Even though you both are bright
But it’s true you grew up white
And your mother took a flight
But she did her best to please ya
Rearing you in Indonesia
With an Indonesian mister
The father of your sister

And it looks like he will fail
On the presidential trail
But he took time to assail
You are not a true black male
Because in his sight
Your mother was white
And although that’s all right
You lack true black insight

He’s entitled to his opinion
But it doesn’t have dominion
Cuz his father was a Kenyon
So his head right now is spinning
Because he can relate
Having also dealt with hate
And I need to also state
It’s still an ongoing debate










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By: Cedric McClester

Uncomfortable days
And sleepless nights
He eats their souls
In tiny bites
While promoting the
Supremacy of whites
The kind of controversy
In which he delights

They find themselves
Acquiescing
To various things
That he’s addressing
It takes a while for them
To learn their lesson
After they’ve become
One of his possessions

In good time
No one denies
Everything he touches
Eventually dies
Or becomes someone
For him to despise
With reputations tattered
Otherwise

If he’s not Satan,
Who is he then?
A corrupter
Of women and of men
Who swallows their souls
Like only he can
Which his victims
Eventually understand










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By: Cedric McClester

When black lips
Are out of fashion
Can you imagine
The corrective action
White women take
To get it cracking
And how much they’ll have to take away
When big ***** become passé

When black women
Start to respect themselves
And leave wigs and extensions
On storeroom shelves
You’ll see their true beauty
If nothing else
And their false ideas of what it is
Begins to melt

When beauty standards
Begin to change
And they
starts to have
A wider range
The metamorphous
May at first seem strange
But nobody should feel
Short changed

When we realize
The human race
Isn’t measured by
Just one face
And that everyone
Has their place
The inner self
Will start to be embraced











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By: Cedric McClester

The poor get poorer everyday
And corporations have their way
Congress seems to have no sway
While lobbyist hold them at bay
We are tired of bein’ clowned
And told that wealth trickles down
That rationale's proven unsound
Because it never reaches ground

Things have gotten too far gone
Our lives have been reduced to ****
And most of y’all ain’t even torn
Tell me what the hell is goin’ on

The Constitution’s been destroyed
Our troops are always redeployed
We now do what we should avoid
Cos terror’s has us paranoid
And here’s the thing I always feared
Once your name has been smeared
There's no chance of it being cleared
And you can literally be disappeared

Things have gotten too far gone
Our lives have been reduced to ****
And most of y’all ain’t even torn
Tell me what the hell is goin’ on

One percent have all the loot
While ninety-nine shines their boots
And Congress appears in cahoots
With history majors like the Newts

Things have gotten too far gone
Our lives have been reduced to ****
And most of y’all ain’t even torn
Tell me what the hell is goin’ on

Job creators? Where they at?
I just see ‘em getting’ fat
It’s high time they come to bat
And lay those jobs out on the mat
But fat chance that just won’t happen
Long as most of us are nappin’
Pretty soon we’ll all be strapping
And our guns will soon be clappin’

Things have gotten too far gone
Our lives have been reduced to ****
And most of y’all ain’t even torn
Tell me what the hell is goin’ on

The poor get poorer everyday
And corporations have their way
Congress seems to have no sway
While lobbyist hold them at bay
We are tired of bein’ clowned
And told that wealth trickles down
That rationale’s proven unsound
Because it never reaches ground

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By: Cedric McClester

When first he practiced to deceive
He thought for surel he’d be believed
Which only shows you how naïve
He had to be just to conceive
Being mugged at 2am
In cold Chicago by two men
Who put a rope around his neck
Which made his tale a tad suspect

After launching homophobic slurs
And for good measure it then occurs
To say they wore a MAGA hat
After throwing bleach on him like that
Turns out they were Nigerian
Both of whom had worked with him
Hired just to play that role
But they would not be his *******

Controversy often pays
Turns out he wanted a salary raise
When disparaging remarks about gays
Didn’t grab their attention, no one was phased
He thought it’s time to launch Plan B
Which he hoped would get their sympathy
But at the time, little did he know
To what length the Chicago Police would go

So now the mystery has unraveled
It was a bumpy road the actor travelled
Which often happens to those who dabble
In deceit and psychobabble
Now look at him see what he got
His eight-by-ten is a mugshot
And now I think he can plainly see
How hard it is to fool TMZ













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By: Cedric McClester

You blazed the trail
And smoothed the path
For those who followed
In your aftermath
So I thought I’d just ask
How arduous was that a task
As I hail you and raise my glass
It’s in your memory that I do bask
Your chapter’s closed finally at last

Thank God that you
Picked up your pen
And wrote down words
Especially when
It wasn’t easy at all way back then
So I admire you in ways I can't  express  friend
And I aspire to be like you  
Is the message I send

Much like you
I came from the town
Where Paul Revere
Rode up and down
Warning tjat the British were around
So your accent had a certain sound
That only in Bostonians can be found
Which might be the reason you were  clowned

That notwithstanding
You indeed persevered
And tolerated those who talked and stared
Until all obstacles had been cleared
You were smarter than you appeared
And always was what they most feared
A thinking black man who wasn’t scared
One with an intellect uniquely prepared
















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By: Cedric McClester

He contemplated suicide
Before taking that Bronco ride
Cos from himself he couldn’t hide
So is he guilty you decide
He wasn’t in the jury’s eyes
The verdict was a big surprise
Not guilty was the compromise
They brought into his lawyer’s lies

He had a gun held to his head
If there was justice he’d be dead
He was allowed to walk instead
Which had the Goldmans seeing red
Some folks were glad he beat the odds
Judging by their loud applause
I wonder if it was because
The prosecution’s case had flaws

Public opinion ran amuck
Some people asked, “What the ****?”
Two people dead that someone stuck
Guess you could say that he had luck
Still not guilty isn’t absolution
Because there’ll be some retribution
For karma there’s no substitution

There is a God as we can see
He’s doing time for robbery
Of his own stuff but here’s what’s key
Had he called the law he’d still be free
A brand new day has arisen
So now he rots away in prison
Just as long as he's still living
He has to pay to be forgiven




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By: Cedric McClester

There’s reasons to suspect them
As long as we elect them
They’ll stick it up our ******
Cuz it’s high time that we checked them
If they won’t do the people’s bidding
Which is tantamount to admitting
The lobbiests are the only ones getting
Their votes -  the smart money’s betting

So what am I talking about?
We don’t have to scream or shout
We just have to kick ‘em out
And I haven’t any doubt
That the next ones we elect
Instead of benign neglect
Will treat us with some respect
After all we write their check

Although we’re being ill served
It’s the government that we deserve
Until we build up the nerve
To make ‘em take a giantic swerve
We need to stop acting like the caboose
And tighten up their noose
Cuz we’re tired of their abuse
It’s time for us to cook their goose

Let’s shout it from every steeple
A government for and by the people
As opposed to the greedy and deceitful
Sons of ******* who ain’t worth *****
Let the sweat drip down our brow
We need a revolution here and now
To change the present situation somehow
We need to **** every sacred cow


























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By: Cedric McClester

We could see it
In his eyes
What we all feared
We realized
Was getting nearer
Every day
Pretty soon
He’d go away

He let his art
Be his voice
What he shared
Was quite by choice
Beyond his veil
Of mystery
He wrote it down
For us to see

Ever changing
As he went
His creative energy
Was well spent
Because he chose
Not to relent
When he shared
A sentiment

Ziggy Stardust
And Major Tom
Were alter egos
Endowed with charm
Cathartic renderings
Made to disarm
An errant critic’s
False alarm

























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By: Cedric McClester

I thought about you
Lately you’ve been on my mind
Never dreamed the last time that I saw you
Would be the last time
But life can throw some curve *****
I’ve come to find
Who knew that it would be you
In the casket this time

I only have fond memories
When it comes to you
I admire your capacity
To do the things you do
You always think of others
Instead of you
And when they say you’re special
That’s only because it’s true

I can hear your laughter
How it could fill a room
I remember all the joy you brought
And the smell of your perfume
You would live forever
That’s at least what I assumed
I didn’t think on the Easter weekend
You would meet your doom

I only have fond memories
When it comes to you
I admire your capacity
To do what you do
You always think of others
Instead of you
And when they say you’re special
That’s only because it’s true

If I say that I will miss you
That would understate the case
Because in my heart and mind
You occupy a special place
And my memories of you
Can never be erased

I thought about you
Lately you’ve been on my mind
Never dreamed the last time that I saw you
Would be the last time
But life can throw some curve *****
I’ve come to find
Who knew that it would be you
In the casket this time





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By: Cedric McClester

I see people
Wrapped up in sheets
And wonder why
They’re out on the streets
In a country so great
This scene repeats
Too many times
There’s enough food to eat

Still people go hungry
All over this land
And it’s mostly children
As I understand
When will the supply
Match the demand
Minus the excuses
See I know it can

God bless America
But tell me what for
In this land of plenty
Why do we ignore
The ones without any
Namely the poor
While givin the rich
Tax breaks and more

Those guilty of excess
Now want to conserve
But is this the government
We truly deserve
If you’re aking me
They have some nerve
Cos is it the people
Or themselves that they serve

God bless America
But tell me what for
In this land of plenty
Why do we ignore
The ones without any
Namely the poor
While givin’ the rich
Tax breaks and more

I see people
Wrapped up in sheets
And wonder why
They’re out on the streets
In a country so great
This scene repeats
Too many times
There’s enough food to eat

God bless America
But tell me what for
In this land of plenty
Why do we ignore
The ones without any
Namely the poor
While givin’ the rich
Tax breaks and more



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By: Cedric McClester

It was an undocumented immigrant,
There’s no doubt,
Who killed that missing girl
On her running route.
Makes you wanna holler,
Makes you wanna shout!
We gotta throw
Thoses brown skin ******* out!

It’s a **** shame,
That he chose to ****.
Those who hate immigrants,
Now always will.
For them all it does
Is add more grist to the mill
And now all those haters
Will not be still

For them it doesn’t seem
To be outta order,
To separate brown families
Who cross the border.
Place their babies in cages,
And make their time here shorter
We’re becoming
The world’s number one transporter

He’s already incorporated it,
In his speech.
It’s tailor made for the hate
He likes to teach
To the limited audience
Within his reach
Who cling to him
Like sand does to a beach








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By:  Cedric McClester

My love is still strong
Cuz you been down all along
Before we hit this plateau
You were still mine
When I didn’t have a dime
Long before I had mad flow
And I appreciate you
Like no one else could do

I just want you to know
High or low however it go
I know I can depend on you
And from our history you can see
Whatever the case may be
You can always depend on me

Through the good and bad
We treasured what we had
Long before we hit this plateau
And think you know
It’s a natural fact that I had your back
And you make up for what I lack
And I appreciate you
Like no one else could do

I just want you to know
High or low however it go
I know I can depend on you
And from our history you can see
Whatever the case may be
You can always depend on me

Every now and then
I think back when
We didn’t have a *** to **** in
Now we have diamond rings
And all kinds of other things
It doesn’t matter where we been

Cuz when the love is strong
It’s hard to go wrong
In a loving environment
And then of course
When it’s reinforced
It doesn’t allow you to relent
And I appreciate you
Like no one else could do

I just want you to know
High or low however it go
I know I can depend on you
And from our history you can see
Whatever the case may be
You can always depend on me

My love is still strong
Cuz you been down all along
Before we hit this plateau
When I didn’t have a dime
You were still mine
Long before I had mad flow
And I appreciate you
Like no one else could do





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By; Cedric McClester

Just because he makes us smile
Doesn’t mean he’s not a *******
He brought young girls back in style
While lusting after them all the while
It was a case of lamb to slaughter
When he first got with his step-daughter
He upset the social order
After leaving his wife to marry her daughter

He’s given rise to lots of rumor
Maybe it’s his sense of humor
This alleged nascent consumer
Of little girls who’s a late bloomer
He’s a nebbish and a clown
Of international renown
Who only tends to make us frown
But will he ever come around

He’s a genius some will say
What does it matter anyway
***** old men have to play
Keep your daughters tucked away
Silence can be sold or bought
Despite the havoc he has wrought
He hasn’t given it a second thought
You think he’s ****** but he thinks not

There shouldn’t be any doubt
Who it is I’m talking about
It’s not that hard to figure out
Why he makes you wanna shout
Now that some think he’s reformed
And their fears have all been calmed
Are we that easily charmed
When we should still be alarmed


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By: Cedric McClester

Call it a curse
A predilection
Or a disease
My own affliction
What I need more
Than a conviction
Is understanding
Without restriction

Self-destructive
Yeah perhaps
Every vein I have
Collapsed
My whole body
Has been taxed
I’ve tried to quit
But then I lapsed

I’m not looking
For sympathy
I’m just trying
To make you see
That it affects
More than just me
Even the suburbs
Are not free

I started out
Trying to ease my pain
It was doctor prescribed
Ain’t that insane
I took those pills
‘Til that day came
And ever since
I haven’t been the same

By: Cedric McClester

Is it a question
Or a foregone conclusion
Were they radicalized  
Or is that an illusion
I’d like to weigh in
To address the confusion
It doesn’t take Sherlock Holmes
To become disillusioned

Why ask the question
If you already know
By the caliber of weapon
How far it will go
It’s understandable
Is you’re a news show
But not law enforcement
Who it’s so below

We’ve seen the movie
It’s the same old script
Shooters start blazing
And we’re in fear’s grip
Not only that
They’re also well equipped
Then the police show up
Once they’ve been hipped

Then there’s a gun fight
Bullets everywhere
Gunsmoke starts rising
And pollutes the air
The perpertrators have an attitude
Of devil may care
And nine times out of ten
They’re going down right there
















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By: Cedric McClester

By sleight of hand
Or stealth
They’re blaming
Mental health
Not the loophole
That exists
For the terrorists
In our midst

See Congress
Once again
Has betrayed us all
My friend
And the message
That they send
Is just because
They can

So would I be
Wrong
To conclude
The gun lobby is strong
Perhaps I knew
It all along
Because it’s always
The same old song

They bow
And acquiesce
To their gun donor’s
Largesse
And if you haven’t
Guessed
We’re *******
Nevertheless







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By: Cedric McClester

This ain’t another American Pie
Where the story’s protagonists happens to die
This is more a question of wondering why
Equal justice in most cases isn’t applied
Every time an unarmed victim is killed by a cop
Whose response to the circumstance is over the top
You can hear as the bullets go pop pop pop
It’s a head scratcher wondering will it ever stop

It’s a head scratcher
Why those headlines staring at cha
Always seems to catch cha
By complete surprise
It’s a mind-******
Why the public’s defender
Always seems to surrender
When it comes to those guys

Some prove the lie
By trying to apply a religion they deny
As the reason why
The innocent must die
‘Cos if they took a look
Their own Holy Book
Condemns the actions that they took
So in hell they’re gonna cook

It’s a head scratcher
Why those headlines staring at cha
Always seems to catch cha
By complete surprise
It’s a mind-******
Why the public’s defender
Always seems to surrender
When it comes to those guys

He’s guilty on all counts
Which logically amounts
If the jurors choose to pounce
To death with no discounts
He deserves to die
And it’s obvious why
If he’s gonna have to fry
It’s too late for him to cry

It’s a head scratcher
Why those headlines staring at cha
Always seems to catch cha
By complete surprise
It’s a mind-******
Why the public’s defender
Always seems to surrender
When it comes to those guys

Thanks to the rapper Jay-Z
Who doesn’t want us streaming free
We won’t be able to ya see
If we wanna hear Queen B
Or that girl Rihanna



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By: Cedric McClester

Let’s keep out the Syrians
Fleeing oppression
Someone’s gotta teach
Those rag-heads a lesson
And we’re not inclined to
Give them our blessing
When they may hide
A terrorist I’m guessing

Let’s keep out the Syrians
While housing our own
Christian white terrorists
Who at least are homegrown
With whom there’s no problem
None that I’ve known
No matter how bitter
The seeds that they’ve sown

Let’s keep out the Syrians
Who are at our gate
No matter how desperate
Or uncertain their fate
Our old sense of charity
Now is open to debate
And it’s become quite easy
To show them our hate

Let’s keep out the Syrians
The strangers we fear
While the enemies within
Are ever near
They’re our friends and neighbors
And folks we hold dear
Who have caused more mayhem
It would appear




















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By; Cedric McClester

How the tables have turn you see
Now the general needs immunity
It was “Lock her up!” for Hillary
Now it’s him who’s being pilloried
Oh how the tables have turned indeed
In the face of his avarice and greed
The 5th Amendment he will not plead
It would appear he has a greater need

How the tables have turned I guess
He’ll have to testify nevertheless
And bring the president in this mess
Or suggest his involvement at best
And does anyone really believe
There’s nothing up the president’s sleeve
When first he practiced to deceive
Which he has failed to achieve

How the tables have turned today
He needs immunity some will say
To put the truth on full display
But it’s gonna come out anyway
The president has a motley crew
And there’s little he wouldn’t do
To get to where he got to
Which is something I think you knew
  
How the tables have turned all the same
The hunter was captured by the game
The one who gave Hillary all the blame
Do I really have to say his name
You’re smart enough so I refuse
Must I give you helpful clues
When he’s all over broadcast news
Cos’ everybody must pay their dues









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By: Cedric McClester

Speaker McCarthy? please
He has hoof and mouth disease
Because he ate the cheese
On those Bengazi Committees
As he went on to explain
It was all for political gain
To cause Hillary pain
And show her his distain

Now let me remind
The Speaker is third in line
For the presidency you’ll find
The Republicans must be blind
To think McCarthy a horse’s ***
Could ever be up to that task
In ignorance they bask
Could someone pass the flask

Granted he’s one of the boys
But that’s what most annoys
Given the syntax he employs
To the language he destroys
But if they think he’s okay
Then who am I to say
They should find a better way
And keep him at bay

It’s not hard to figure
Why the Republicans
Don ‘t get any bigger
They lack resolve and rigor
And the speaker that they pick
Will show us just how sick
That they can be real quick
Because they are that thick



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By: Cedric McClester

The days of servile darkies
Pickin’ cotton from a field
With its underlyin’ racism
Has cache and appeal
For some Lilliputian minds
If we’re gonna keep it real
So they keep questionin him
Like we don’t know the deal

Been there done that before
We had the right to vote
Some would like to take us back
Or hang us from a rope
If it’s not based on race then what is it
That keeps the birthers goin’
They make it up from whole cloth
And yet their lies keep growin’

They’re good at spreadin’ vermin
And their own insanity
But who are they to determine
Our humanity
If by chance they really think
They can turn time back
Cap’n that ain’t hapnin
And that’s simply is a fact

Cap’n that ain’t hapnin
Cap’n that ain’t hapnin

The whole world’s lookin at us
Wondrin’ what’s the problem
We used to take on challenges
And find a way to solve ‘em
But racism seems so ingrained
That it remains a problem
And sayin’ that is not the case
In no way will absolve ‘em

They’re good at spreadin’ vermin
And their own insanity
But who are they to determine
Our humanity
If by chance they really think
They can turn time back
Cap’n that ain’t hapnin
And that’s simply is a fact

Cap’n that ain’t hapnin
Cap’n that ain’t hapnin

The days of servile darkies
Pickin’ cotton from a field
With its underlyin’ racism
Has cache and appeal
For some Lilliputian minds
If we’re gonna keep it real
So they keep questionin' him
Like we don’t know the deal



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By: Cedric McClester

We know where the bones are buried
Of all of the deceased
Killed in wars and other carnage
Now that they rest in peace
No good deed will go unpunished
This we know for sure
Karmas always finds a way
Of evening up the score

We know where the bones are buried
Just beneath the surface
So the question we must ask ourselves
Is do our lives have purpose

We don’t care about the planet
That sustains our lives
We take from it like we're bandits
Until the day arrives
When the bill is tabulated
And not one of us survives
Not our sons and daughters
Or our precious pretty wives

We know where the bones are buried
Just beneath the surface
So the question we must ask ourselves
Is do our lives have purpose

Every problem has a solution
From all that I’ve been told
If we dig a little deeper
The answers will unfold

We have only ourselves to blame
For the bloodletting we see
Examine how we’ve lived our lives
And it’s no mystery
That there’s turmoil and confusion
Check out our history
And just to put it succinctly
It’s been quite blistery

We know where the bones are buried
Just beneath the surface
So the question we must ask ourselves
Is do our lives have purpose

We know where the bones are buried
Of all of the deceased
Killed in wars and other carnage
Now that they rest in peace
No good deed will go unpunished
This we know for sure
Karmas always finds a way
Of evening up the score

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By: Cedric McClester

Trump would like us to take
A poisoned Kool Aid drink
Because many people think
Just like many people don’t
By giving him their support
They’re selling themselves short
No matter how we retort
To him it’s merely a sport

While telling his many lies
He never identifies
Who those many people are
That he’s noted thus far
And it’s really scary
Because he derives his theory
From the worldwide internet
Which should make us all upset

Now he’s praising Putin
Who’s in Crimea shooting
And confiscating land
Because he’s out of hand
But Donald’s busy dissin’
Our President and dismissing
Him as incompetent
Like he’s been where he went

Making crucial decisions
Requires the kind of precison
That the Donald lacks
These are just the facts
But his ego is such
That he thinks too much
Of his inherent ability
Because he’s much too blind to see




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By: Cedric McClester

We hail our system but what of the victims
That it’s taken along the way
And if change is coming (then why are we running)
What does that really say
We need a suture not fear of the future
Especially when it’s in play
Now that may not suit ya
But this is a brand new day

Our system needs a supply of victims
And unfortunately that seems to be us
If you understand capitalism demands
An economy that goes boom or bust

The Wall Street collapse presents us these facts
Some people think greed is good
And now that the onus (is on the big bonus)
We’re questioning whether they should
It doesn’t make sense to reward incompetence
No logical person would
Be that as it may (they do anyway)
And that’s why they’re misunderstood

Our system needs a supply of victims
And unfortunately that seems to be us
If you understand capitalism demands
An economy that goes boom or bust

Health care and education (advances a nation)
But some say it’s too socialist
To underwrite it (and so they fight it)
But the larger point’s what they miss
So what if we’re wealthy
If our people aren’t healthy
And they lack good educations
What does that say about us anyway
When rated among other nations

Our system needs a supply of victims
And unfortunately that seems to be us
If you understand capitalism demands
An economy that goes boom or bust

Now we’ve criticized those who’ve devised
Schemes that produced no labor
But let’s try to surmount it (and think about it)
Pehaps they’ve done us a favor
By making us see regulation is key
Before things get much graver
I think y’all know by doing so
It might prove to be a life saver

Our system needs a supply of victims
And unfortunately that seems to be us
If you understand capitalism demands
An economy that goes boom or bust

Health care and education (advances a nation)
But some say it’s too socialist
To underwrite it (and so they fight it)
But the larger point’s what they miss
So what if we’re wealthy
If our people aren’t healthy
And they lack good educations
What does that say about us anyway
When compared to other nations

We hail our system but what of the victims
That it’s taken along the way
And if change is coming (then why are we running)
What does that really say
We need a suture not fear of the future
Especially when it’s in play
Now that may not suit ya



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By: Cedric McClester

Lindsey, won’t give an inch
In saying, “ The president’s being lynched!’
While he knows that’s not square biz
Becsuse he knows what a lynching is
So why is he playing dumb
In South Carolina where he comes from
Over 150 black slaves were hung
From the tree branches on which they swung

What the president’s going through
Is not ******. As he knew
So he has no right to equate
Impeachment with the kind of hate
That my forebears sadly endured
And he can also rest assured
Trump would be screaming from the rafters
Calling on his fallen pastors

He’d defend the devil himself
By the Holy Book on his shelf
If it meant he wouldn’t be contested
Or otherwise politically molested
So he’ll be obsequious
To the man in whom he trusts
But he can’t believe in both
His position or his oath

He's become Trump’s sycophant
And he's as tiny as an ant
He's as sheepish as a lamb
I'm talking about Senator Lindsey Graham
McCain is rolling in his grave
Cuz he's become Donald Trump’s slave
If he has any sense of dignity
It becoming harder, and harder to see







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By: Cedric McClester

His silence speaks volumes to me
But that notwithstanding the key
just to be explicit that it’s implicit
Of what his past actions might be
So as this relates to Roy Moore
Who’s rotten right down to the core
He hasn’t gone on record
I know because I checked it

His silence speaks volumes to me
It’s so uncharacteristic ya see
It’s been laid at his feet
But, yet not one tweet
It’s odd behavior indeed
Although we’re pretty much agreed
That there’s nothing on his Twitter feed
Not one quotation we can read

His silence speaks volumes to me
The Donald seems not to be free
To address this issue
See he’d much rather kiss you
Than to say a negative word
The man’s not insane he’s absurd
If the thought just hasn’t occurred
That a statement is what’s preferred

His silence speaks volumes to me
Cos he refuses to cut down that tree
Has he suddenly become shy?
And if he has, tell me why
He doesn’t want to be quoted
See he hasn’t even emoted
Though his response are rarely sugar coated
And are more likely to be bloated





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By: Cedric McClester

He has celebrity and fame
So everybody knows his name
But a modicum of intelligence isn’t the same
As him being prepared to play this game
See he’s created quite a brand
Which in the short run gives him the upper hand
But that doesn’t mean he understands
The nature of the job’s demands

The people may not be aware
Whether or not that’s his real hair
But either or why should they care
How long it takes him to prepare
He’s number two now in the poll
At least that’s what we’re being told
But give it time it will get old
Even from a man so bold

The quality he has the most
Is the fact he’s tres verbose
And makes headlines in the Post
Because he’s not afraid to boast
Or inclined to make false claims
Of birthrights or presidential names
Despite the ones he tries to shame
To me it’s all one in the same

They’ve labeled him The Donald
Like that clown, you know, Ronald
Or as I prefer a nerd like Arnold
A blabbermouth think Mitch McConnell
Even after all my words are spent
He’ll never be the president
Instead he’ll remain a malcontent
And I’m sure you share that sentiment






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By: Cedric McClester

Some question the police
They should be asked at least
As rioters disturbed the peace
Why they watched the violence increase
As incredible as it might sound
They may have been told to stand down
Given conditions on the ground
That would be nothing short of profound

The police used great restraint
But the picture that it might paint
Is it’s clearly what it ain’t
A show of force under constraint
So where do we begin
And how does the mayor fit in
Will someone say who can
To help us understand

Was it just a slippery *****
Or were their hands tied by a rope
Do we need a microscope
And will the answer restore hope
Those who watched couldn’t miss it
Were the police complicit
Cos the riot was illicit
They did nothing to resist it

I’m far from a detective
It's a matter of perspective
Were the police under directive
As some of us suspected
And if so who ordered them
From whence did the order stem
Whether it was her or him
They should preserve life and limb


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By: Cedric McClester

How can she be Venus
If he still has a *****
It doesn’t take a genius
Or a streak of meanness
For someone to surmise
Despite his feminine disguise
If common sense applies
He’s still one of the guys

If she wants to be Caitlyn
Who are we to debate him
But I’m here to checkmate him
Though not because I hate him
He can’t change the rules
He must think that we’re fools
To be used as mere tools
We’re from different schools

Some say that she’s ****
But is it said to vex me
Or maybe to perplex me
With a case of apoplexy
I disagree vehemently
Because of what we never see
He has a ***** same as me
Though it’s tied down instead of free

She wants to change her gender
But refuses to surrender
His last vestige or member
In all its regal splendor
What is she holding it for
He doesn’t use it anymore
So if I state it raw
That’s because I’m *******




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By: Cedric McClester

Concerned about letting
Those terrorists in?
They’re already here
Where they’ve always been
It wasn’t ISIS in Sandy Hook
Who killed all those children
And had us all shook
Nor was it al-Qaeda
Just for the record book

Concerned about having
Those terrorist here?
I think it’s too late
It would appear
From Kenneth McVeigh
And the list does go on
Terror’s been happening
Right here all along

Concerned about us having
A terrorist attack
We already have
As a matter of fact
We’ve seen it in Chicago
But we don’t react
And in Baltimore
We haven’t done jack

Concerned about terrorism?
Why don’t you define
Exactly what it is
That you have in mind
You want to bare weapons
Because it’s your right
Which hasn’t done nothing
To lessen our plight







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By: Cedric McClester

They’re actin’ as if
The poor don’t exist
But that’s a myth
That we’re livin’ with
The poor are expanding
But they aren’t commanding
The attention they should
And that can’t be good

The rich are getting richer
While the poor get poorer
Because some people have
A built-in ignorer

A risin’ boat lifts
Those who are adriftt
But they’re actin’ as if
A job is a gift
No wonder we’re miffed
We’re getting short shrift
And we’re being ignored
So our anger is stored

The rich are getting richer
While the poor get poorer
Because some people have
A built-in ignorer

They’ve got our goad
So if we explode
Then they shoulda knowed
How that would bode
See the rich are getting richer
While the poor get poorer
Because some people have
A built-in ignorer

They’re actin’ as if
We’re not at a cliff
Or adrift on a skiff
And the tide has to shift
Cos we deserve more
Or what’s it all for
Being rich at the core
While ignoring the poor

The rich are getting richer
While the poor get poorer
Because some people have
A built-in ignorer


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By: Cedric McClester

I got a knock at the door
That no one wants to get
My eyes teared up
And my hands began to sweat
They were there to tell me
About the attack
And how my son died
From that tragic act

Their presence here
Confirmed my worst fear
Now I'm bein told
What I don't wanna hear
I just got his letter yesterday
Now they're here to say
That he passed away

I got a knock on the door
That no one wants to get
My eyes teared up
And my hands began to sweat
They were there to tell me
About the attack
And how my son died
From that tragic act

It's not easy
To lose a loved one
Yet so many daughters
And so many sons
Have been sacrificed
In an illegal war
It's beyond the point
Where we can ignore

I got a knock at the door
That no one wants to get
My eyes teared up
And my hands began to sweat
They were there to tell me
About the attack
And how my son died
From that tragic act

See I'm not naive
So I don't believe
That a true victory
Can be achieved
In a war where the enemy
Can't be defined
And suicide bombing
Hasn't declined

It's not easy
To lose a loved one
Yet so many daughters
And so many sons
Have been sacrificed
In an illegal war
It's beyond the point
Where we can ignore

I got a knock at the door
That no one wants to get
My eyes teared up
And my hands began to sweat
They were there to tell me
About the attack
And how my son died
From that tragic act


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By: Cedric McClester

Don’t make a negative decision
On someone else’s religion
Based on what you might find
Inside the blogs posted online
And then be quick to criticize
Based on half-truths and lies
Without first taking a look
At that religion’s Holy Book

I’m somewhat confused
By what I’m hearing in the news
Muslims should be disqualified
Or have their access denied
From the office of president
And I know he said what he meant
But why are we listenin’ to him
When he doesn’t even know a Muslim

Holding the Constitution over religion
Suggests that we have the final decision
But don’t we say that it’s in God we trust
So what does that say about him or us
If there’s no place for God at the table
And the lack of faith is what makes us able
To discern what’s wrong from right
Whether to make peace or continue to fight

If we believe in separation of church and state
How did we enter into this debate
When it doesn’t matter what we believe
And that is the point that they misconceive
While pretending to be holier than thou
And determining who to forbid or allow
Into the highest office of the land
While the seeds of discord they continue to fan


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By: Cedric McClester

What should we deduce
About those killers on the loose
How’d they get the juice
Who helped them go vamoose
The authorities were confused
As to how the system got abused
Who was it that they used

The answers were forthcoming
What they discovered was numbing
About the racket they were running
They had wits and they were cunning
Prompting the warden to say, “ I’ll be ******!”
Like they say, “Cherchez la femme.”
Find the woman, “Yes I am, “
Now she’s locked up in the can

It goes together like hat and glove
We call it crazy, she called it love
They were all she was thinking of
So their well being she placed above
Her own job security
She was blind and couldn’t see
What the repercussions could be
She wanted them to be free

Twenty-one days out and running
Like I said the pair was cunning
They went right out through the plumbing
Their escape, nothing short of stunning
But the police picked up the trail
That at first had gotten stale
And for one to no avail
That’s the first one that  got nailed

So by the time you read this poem
I betcha all the facts are known
Prisoners are mistake prone
And the survivor, just flesh and bone
His escape plan, no doubt fractured
He’ll be diminished in prison stature
Finally be’ll be dead or captured
And his picture will be plastered

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By: Cedric McClester

Long live Scalia
Now that he’s dead
A Supreme Court Justice
Who’s gone on ahead
Though I disagreed
With the decisions I’ve read
Just for the moment
Let me put them to bed

I take pause
Before starting to vet
The country owes him
A hell of a debt
He served with distinction
And made many upset
Now is the time
To forgive and forget

What can I say
That hasn’t been said
Now that the man
Is clearly dead
Certainly not
That he made me see red
Because of his decisions
That I learned to dred

Some see his death
As Divine Intervention
One less conservative
For me to make mention
We’ve lost the bane
Of the Court’s dissention
And he didn’t go out
Receiving a pension










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By: Cedric McClester

Your call was recorded
And it can be retrieved
The level of technology
Is not to be believed
Forget about your privacy
Cos it does not exist
The names of every one of us
Is somewhere on a list

Your call was recorded
Someone’s listenin in
Now you can choose to ignore this fact
And hope that it will end

You live in America
And you think that you’re free
While that may once have been the case
That’s ancient history
Those days are long gone
They have disappeared
Now each of us are suspect
Until we become cleared

Your call was recorded
Someone’s listenin in
Now you can choose to ignore this fact
And hope that it will end

Your call was recorded
But it wasn’t tapped
It’s somewhere on a satellite
Where they have it trapped
And it can be retrieved
Anytime they choose
You call this a revelation
But I call it old news

Your call was recorded
Someone’s listenin in
Now you can choose to ignore this fact
And hope that it will end

Your call was recorded
It also has been logged
You can file your complaint
On any liberal blog
The calls have been dissected
And also analyzed
It’s high time you stop sleepin
And open up your eyes

Your call was recorded
Someone’s listenin in
Now you can choose to ignore this fact
And hope that it will end

Your call was recorded
But it wasn’t tapped
It’s somewhere on a satellite
Where they have it trapped
And it can be retrieved
Anytime they choose
You call this a revelation
But I call it old news

Your call was recorded
Someone’s listenin in
Now you can choose to ignore this fact
And hope that it will end



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By: Cedric McClester

Thanks for never giving up on me
You always kept your cool
Even when it was plain to see
I was acting like a fool
You’re the one who believed in me
When there was no one else
And your encouragement was the key
To making me believe in myself

Thanks for all your time and energy
And everything that you invest in me
Thanks for your words of encouragement
Especially when my head is bent

How can I ever thank you enough
For all you do and have done
For being there when it gets rough
I’m just so proud to be your son
At times you even were my crutch
That’s what everybody said
They even thought you were too much
From what I’ve heard and read

Thanks for all your time and energy
And everything that you invest in me
Thanks for your words of encouragement
Especially when my head is bent

I never would have come this far
Had it not been for you
So you deserve these accolades
And every word is true
It’s little more than the gratitude
That you’re deserving of
These are heart-felt platitudes
That are used to express my love

Thanks for all your time and energy
And everything that you invest in me
Thanks for your words of encouragement
Especially when my head is bent

You brought me closer to the goal
That I had set for myself
Right from the start you were sold
Long before anyone else
You’re the rock that gives me strength
Because of you I persevere
And I would go to any length
To let you know that I’m sincere

I never would have come this far
Had it not been for you
So you deserve these accolades
And every word is true
It’s little more than the gratitude
That you’re deserving of
These are heart-felt platitudes
That are used to express my love

Thanks for never giving up on me
You always kept your cool
Even when it was plain to see
I was acting like a fool
You’re the one who believed in me
When there was no one else
And your encouragement was the key
To making me believe in myself



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By: Cedric McClester

Say it ain’t so
I don’t wanna know
That the beautiful one
Did suddenly go
Embraced so it seems
By a death or a dream
Human not machine
But heaven redeems

Somebody said
That Prince is dead
And I can’t wrap my head
Around that news
So I just refuse
To believe a word
Of what I heard

So this requiem
Is especially for him
The Beautiful One
And I’ve Jus’ begun
Pulling out all stops
To give him his props
The beautiful one
Into the setting sun

Somebody said
That Prince is dead
And I can’t wrap my head
Around that news
So I just refuse
To believe a word
Of what I heard

Even though he’s gone
His music lives on
He was so clever
It’ll last forever
And the legacy
He left you and me
Is a treasure trove
From his record grove

So this requiem
Is especially for him
The Beautiful One
And I’ve Jus’ begun
Pulling out all stops
To give him his props
The Beautiful One
Into his setting sun

Somebody said
That Prince is dead
And I can’t wrap my head
Around that news
So I just refuse
To believe a word
Of what I heard

Say it ain’t so
I don’t wanna know
That the beautiful one
Did suddenly go
Embraced so it seems
By death or a dream
Human not machine
But heaven redeems














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By: Cedric McClester

Listen closely
So as not to miss it
If they come with a plot
By all means resist it
Nine times out of ten
Though probably unlisted
It’s government hatched
And also assisted

What don’t you get
They weren’t plotting ****
But isn’t that
The point of it
Though the fuse wasn’t lit
The bait did get bit
You have to admit
So in prison they sit

Hard to understand
If you even can
How they became
The Boogie Man
Or were entrapped
In the government’s plan
Now they’re doing time
That’s federal man


So just pledge allegiance
To the flag
Don’t let ‘em put you
In their trick bag
‘Cos life in prison
Can be a drag
Especially when you
Become a may tag

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By: Cedric McClester

It started out in
The outskirts of Pittsburg
At a backyard barbeque
Where shots were heard
In the dark of night
To the angel of death’s delight
And at the conclusion of the carnage
Four men were in flight

Fifty shell casings
On the ground
Where sadly the dead
Were found
Several more
Were wounded too
When shots rang out
Before they knew

Again the smell of gun smoke
Was in the air
Cause the cowardly perpetrators
Didn’t care
They became the merchants
Of death on a dare
Guns are easy to get
So the public must beware

Fifty shell casings
On the ground
Where sadly the dead
Were found
Several more
Were wounded too
When shots rang out
Before they knew

It’s a sickness we have
And there is no doubt
That we haven’t been able
To stamp it out
With a do nothing Congress
And the NRA
It seems to be happening
Every other day

This time it was Pittsburg
Where will it be next
And don’t take a single word
Out of context
Until we can get ourselves
Out of this hex
We’ll be confronted with something
That defies intellects

Fifty shell casings
On the ground
Where sadly the dead
Were found
Several more
Were wounded too
When shots rang out
Before they knew







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By; Cedric McClester

“We’re the greatest country on earth?”
Minus the principles that gave it birth
For whatever it’s worth
That question only causes mirth
In the light of what’s been done
By the Russian-anointed one
Now his oppression has begun
And it’s darkness without sun

‘We’re the greatest country on earth?
Despite our clear and obvious dearth
Of compassion laced with girth
That’s locked up in Leavenworth
And he is quite convinced
That his order’s making sense
But that’s ego and so hence
He’ll have to recompense

“We’re the greatest country on earth?”
But unlike a Hollingsworth
We have not increased in worth
We’re becoming hell on earth
Underneath his leadership
Maybe that was just a slip
Over my tongue I must have tripped
And I feel like getting ripped

“We’re the greatest country on earth?
Perhaps that statement is a curse
Cos we’ve gone from bad to worse
While we struggle to be first
And other people can be ******
Under he am what he am
And if that sounds like a slam
Perhaps I don’t give a ****











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How many times
Does this scene
Have to be repeated
Before the NRA finally is defeated
This pathology is
Apparently deep-seated
Although that’s not the way
That we usually treat it

How many times
Must these shootings
Become breaking news
Or we hear the refuting of people who refuse
To give an inch on gun control
Despite those that we lose
We pay the consequences of
The choices that we choose

How many times
Are we prepared
To do the same old thing
We’ve all heard the stories
There’s a familiar ring
We’re practicing insanity
When will we feel the sting
Of what our inaction usually tends to bring

How many times
Must we hear the urgency of this message
Or be forced to rummage through
The aftermath and wreckage
Of lost and wounded lives
Whose sacrifice beckons
Us to make some changes
In these remaining seconds

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By: Cedric McClester

You’re just a messenger?
So is the devil
And now we see
You’ve stooped to his level
Instances of which I speak
Are more than several
Connected as it were
Just like a bevel

You’re just a messenger?
What’s the message
Old time racism
At it’s last vestige
Now you’re asking for
Protesters to be arrested
For causing the ciaos
In which you’ve invested

You’re just a messenger?
Or so you say
Causing more mischief
Almost everyday
And you won’t let morality
Get in your way
Cuz you always must
Have the last say

You’re just a messenger?
One would assume
That you’re committed to
Causing our doom
You’re  a bomb thrower
Waiting for the boom
For the good it will do you
Inside of your tomb



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by: Cedric McClester
.
Well now there you go again
Coming at me with your unique spin
So you think that you know me well
You make it easy for me to tell
You interrupt me before I’m done
And finish sentences I haven’t begun

Now it’s high time that you listen to me
It ain’t the way that you think it should be
I got a mind of my own don’t ya see
So it’s high time that you listen to me
It's high time that you listen to me

Once more there you go again
Coming at me with your unique spin
I think your mind runs much too fast
Got the answer before you’re asked
Are you psychic or a charlatan
A mind reader, or you just know men

Now it’s high time that you listen to me
It ain’t the way that you think it should be
I got a mind of my own don’t ya see
So it’s high time that you listen to me
It's high time that you listen to me








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By: Cedric McClester

Two thousand, nine hundred
And seventy-five
Proud Puerto Rican people
Lost their lives
In the aftermath of Maria
Help slowly arrives
And Donald Trump’s arrogance
Is all that survives

When the island’s electricity
Was all but gone
FEMA was much too slow
To respond
And President Trump
Did little more than to yawn
When they started losing hope
And became forlorn

Finally, he was forced
To go down
To ascertain what was happening
On the ground
Though mass confusion is
All that he found
He started throwing paper towels
All around

Never the less take a guess
What he assessed
According to him
FEMA was doing their very best
To get the island back up
On its feet
Despite a different picture
In the street









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By: Cedric McClester

Once the love had been rescinded
I don’t think it could be mended
Even though we both pretended
Look at where it actually ended
With us running out of patience
Placing blame then battle stations
Acrimony and accusations
Name-calling and strained relations

You can’t drink
From a broken glass
Nor live your life
In the past
You have to move on
And alas
Accept the color
Once the dye has been cast

For the record I would like to state
That our love had an expiration date
And so it crumbled there’s no debate
Cos there’s a thin line between love and hate
Once that fact had been detected
Though we tried it couldn’t be resurrected
In the ghetto of the love that we erected
Weeds grew where the ground was neglect

You can’t drink
From a broken glass
Nor live your life
In the past
You have to move on
And alas
Accept the color
Once the dye has been cast

What’s the point in seeking answers
All the leaves have fallen off the branches
In the burial ground for failed romances
Lies the graveyard for second chances

It’s pointless for us to try to return
By now you would have thought that we learned
Play with fire and you’ll get burned
You only get out of life what you have earned
So excuse me while I proceed
What we want we don’t always need
The wise ones learn and then take heed
Even though their hearts may bleed

You can’t drink
From a broken glass
Nor live your life
In the past
You have to move on
And alas
Accept the color
Once the dye has been cast




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By: Cedric McClester

Though it may not appear
That you are what they fear
And it may not seem
Like it’s low self-esteem
Look a little closer
And you’ll often find
That’s what’s behind
A hate-filled mind

They try to act superior
While feelin’ quite inferior
Ya don’t havta state it if it’s a fact
They’re only projecting what they feel they lack
Look a little closer
And you’ll often find
That’s what’s behind
A hate-filled mind

They’re just frightened people
That’s all that they are
Yet that doesn’t stop ‘em
From baring the scar
Of their hate-filled actions
Fueled by their bigotry
Although frightened people
Is what they well may be

Hateful actions and the rhetoric
Of a minor few who are clearly sick
Permeates the atmosphere
You can find it everywhere
But look a little closer
And see if you find
That you might well have
A hate-filled mind

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By: Cedric McClester

Boys and girls
Clutch your peals
We’re living in
Divergent worlds
Look at the tweets
That he hurls
And the reactions
That they unfurl

Golly gee
How could this be
I wonder whether
It’s just me
Who has the vision
To look and see
We’re heading toward
Shear misery

Betcha by golly wow
It all is happening now
Yet it doesn’t raise an eyebrow
He must be a sacred cow
To whom we must kowtow
Or risk getting pow-pow
Unless we’re sure to bow
And swear not to disavow

Hey didle didle
Rome burned
While Nero fiddled
Are we just gonna twiddle
Our thumbs or solve the riddle
Let’s split it down the middle
This is not the time to piddle
Or take him off the griddle





Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018.  All rights reserved.

By: Cedric McClester

You must ask yourself
What manner of man
Would compare border migration
To Disney Land?
Then to heap insult
Upon those he never pities
He wants to send them all
To sanctuary cities

You must ask yourself
What manner of man,
Would label the FBI ****
Like the President can?
Then say the Mueller probe
Was just a giant plot
To overthrow him
Which we know it was not

You must ask yourself
What manner of man,
Would let his rhetoric
Get that much out of hand?
Especially one elected to lead
Make you wonder if
He’s the one
We the American people need

You must ask yourself
What manner of man
Would address the NRA
Much like kicking sand
In the face of those
Shot in that Synagogue
Not to mention other atrocities
Of which there’s a backlog








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