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Nov 2021
By: Cedric McClester

******* up face
But where was the water?
Kyle Rittenhouse should be convicted
Ya know he oughta
But I doubt he will pay
For the slaughter
That he committed
As jury deliberations grow even shorter

Now that the defence
Has done it’s part
Before the rioting
Can even start
They’ve called in
The National Guard
In case the verdict
Is taken too hard

What we’re seeing
On parade
Is the American justice system
Which is a charade
Cos Rittenhouse won’t lie down
In the bed that he’s made
And in good time
His memory will fade

He came from
Twenty miles away
Locked and loaded
Not to play
Determined to shoot
Whoever got in his way
The question is
Will he be made to pay?




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