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Nov 2021
By: Cedric McClester

Must we respect the dead
Despite the hurtful things
They might have said
Or the incendiary things
From them we’ve read?
Consider  where any of it has led
Before committing
Their rhetoric to your head

He was a racial arsonist
So don’t be mislead
By his black power fist
I hope that you get my gist
About a homophobe
Who was more than this
A Jew baiter and an apologist
For the man whose *** he kissed

He was quite a charismatic speaker
Whose arguments were weaker
Than that of the kind truth seeker
That he claimed to be
Mercy mercy me
He rapidly rose to fame
By calling others
Out of their name

He made his living
Off of selling hate
And invited other to
The debate
And would crush them
Underneath the weight
Of the baseless facts
That he would state





Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2021. All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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