By: Cedric McClester

**** a *****,
Day or night
And it’s gonna
Be alright,
As long as
The perp is white,
He won’t event have
To take flight

**** a *****,
Shoot him down!
Don’t you have,
Another round?
Then  we’ll call it,
Hold your ground
If we’re called on
To expound

**** a *****,
Here’s the reason,
The black man’s burden
Don’t need easing
When it comes to them
It’s  open season
And it don’t need
No rhyme or reason

**** a *****,
If you can
Start a race war
They can’t win
Now’s the time
So let’s begin
It doesn’t matter
Where or when








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By: Cedric McClester

You can tell
By his noncompliance
That he has
Absolutely no reliance
Upon the prevailing
Science
By his demonstrated
Defiance

Even when
Politely asked
He goes into factories
Completely unmasked
As if that is
Too hard a task
He’d much prefer
To show his ***

He tells one and all
That he’s been tested
And while it’s nice
That he confessed it
It’s not the point
He won’t admit
That what he passes
They could get

Hasn’t he heard
Of a false negative
That many anti-body tests
Tend to give
Is that something
He can live with
Like the symbol of death
Complete with his scythe






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By: Cedric McClester

I can’t get inside
His head
But he negates
What Jesus said
Blessed are
The meek
Cuz he destains
The weak

He doesn’t
Really give a ****
Because he thinks
He’s Superman
Who’s immune
To Kryptonite
He take Hydroxychloroquine
Day and night

And never mind
What that portends
He doesn’t care
Whose life ends
Unless it’s relatives
Or friends
That’s his position
And it rarely bends

He has a certain
Point of view
That aligns
With Anon-Q
He sits in church
But not the pew
Like other Christians
Tend to do




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By: Cedric McClester

We’re drowning
In an ocean of despair
But the president
Doesn’t seem to  care
It doesn’t matter to him
How we fare
As the death toll rises
Though he’s aware

There’s only one thing
On his mind
It’s the next election
You will find
Perhaps that explains why
He’s deaf, dumb and blind
To the massive pandemic
Affecting all mankind

Never mind
The lives lost
Forget about
The human cost
A win to him i
Is better than a loss
As long as he’s
Gets to floss

It’s past time
We realize
He doesn’t feel
Or sympathise
And it’s right here
Before our eyes
So let that be
Word to the wise





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By: Cedric McClester

My reflection
In the mirror
Doesn’t make
The image clearer
When a fog
Covers the glass
Like a smog
That doesn’t pass

I’m confused
You could say
Is this the price
That I must pay?
Or will my sins
Just pass away?
Tomorrow is
Another day

How did it
Get to this?
Whatever happened
To the bliss
Falling in love
Can be a risk
I’m hoping that
You get my gist

Guess you could say
My heart is broken
Now that I’ve finally
Spoken
So please accept
My humble token
Of the tears
That you’ve awoken




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By: Cedric McClester

It’s safe to say
We wouldn’t know
If not for the video
That documented
The ebb and flow
Of the ******
But even so
We have quite a way to gp

The perpetrators
Might  have escaped
If the incident
Wasn’t taped
And now it’s
Not a mystery
It’s crystal clear
For all to see

And what cannot
Be debated
Is this tragedy
Gets replicated
All across this
Troubled land
When white folks
Have the upper hand

And black lives
Are expendable
When they’re not
Defendable
Which happens
All too frequently
Although it doesn’t
Have to be







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By: Cedric McClester

Now it’s Obamagate
So let me state
It’s hard to relate
To your level of hate
Once it was spying
Although you were lying
But you keep on trying
There’s no denying

Bar humbug! you Scrooge
Your ***** must be huge
The whole **** deluge
Is just subterfuge
False charges renewed
Cuz you won’t be sued
So you start a feud
Lascivious and lewd

But hold on, just wait
Remember Birthergate
And how you would state
What time would ablate
We’d see you sneer
And make it appear
That he wasn’t born here
Though that wasn’t sincere

Your constant housemate
Seems to be switch and bate
As you initiate and complicate
Certain things that you state
So follow your whim
And blame everything on him
Chance are none to slim
That he’ll catch your phlegm













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