By: Cedric McClester

Good afternoon
Officer Cop,
Will this be a routine
Or a deadly stop?
Sorry my license
Inadvertently dropped
But there’s no need
For your gun to be cocked

I’ve had the talk,
So I’m not resisting
Though how come you
Seem to be insisting?
I’m being belligerent
As my arm is twisting
No need for your partner
To be assisting

I’m out of my car
Lying on the ground
Now that I’ve been tazed
See, I know the sound
But there’s no need
To fire a round
Or to use judgement
That proves unsound

How many times
Must I say, “I can’t breathe!”
Before I’m gonna
Just be believed
I’m not suggesting
That you be naive
But what are you actually
Tryha achieve?












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By:: Cedric McClester

From slavery time
Through  blacks who got lynched
The putridness of racism
Has carried a stench
Straight to the injustice
We receive from the bench
Which has been like
A lead pipe cinch

I don’t know what
It’s gonna take
For a black man or woman
To catch a break
Although it’s overdue
For heaven’s sake
It’s time we got
From under the rake

Now that the protests
Have gone ballistic
And there’s reason for us
To be optimistic
We’re tired of being
Just another statistic
So hope finally seems
To be realistic

These appear to be
Changing times
We see all around us
The  paradigms
Cops now are accountable
For their many crimes
Smart phones are everywhere
Steadily dropping dimes









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By: Cedric McClester

Although our leader
Has lots of swerve
We get the Covert
That we deserve
Cuz swerve alone
Won’t reduce the curve
And to do nothing
Takes lots of nerve

Although he has
A lot of swag
And tends to mislead
When he brags
Having a mask
Is just for ****!
Perhaps that explains
So many body bags

Although it gives him
A small *******
To think about
The next election
Unless he makes
A big correction
He won’t be
The voter’s selection

Although he seems
Years behind
Our current thinking
And frame of mind
To such a degree
As to be blind
See literally speaking
I’m being kind









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By: Cedric McClester

Don’t let him whisper
In your ear
That this virus
Will just disappear
Or that a cure
Is very near
In a word
He’s insincere

Don’t allow him
To make believe
That there’s some magic
Up his sleeve
That only he
Can retrieve
If the data
Is to be believed

In invincibility
He’d like to bask
So he refuses
To wear a mask
And now the dye
Has been cast
It’s become clear
He’s not up to the task

Obviously he’s
On a trip
While his poll numbers
Continue to slip
Like a captain of
A sinking ship
Too bad he hasn’t
Got a grip











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By: Cedric McClester

Even though Gone With The Wind
Has been taken off  HBO cable
He’s always been ready
Willing and able
To have a few ******
Sit at his table
Playing Hattie McDaniells
To  his Clark Gable

Though there are no
Ifs, buts or maybes
They don’t know nuthin’
‘Bout birthin no  babies
No more than a family dog
Getting rabies
Or their proud history
Along the Euphrates

They sing his praises
Like a shepherd's lamb
But frankly my dear
He don’t give a ****
The whole thing is nothing
More than a scam
Cuz after the photo op
They’re told to scram

There have always been
Those who love being used
In order to say things
That other refuse
But that probably isn’t
Any new news
Some will do anything
Just to shmooze






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By: Cedric McClester

This isn’t a moment,
It’s a movement
Towards our mutual
Self-improvement
George Floyd was the catalyst
For us getting into this
Though we would surely be remiss
If we failed to insist

That justice be
The end result
For all of us
Without a doubt
As we demonstrate
And shout
That’s what it’s
All about

Equal justice
Under the law
Is what we
Never had before
We want it now
And ever more
Which is at
The Constitution’s core

We want  law enforcement
That we deserve
The kind that exists
To protect and serve
Not the kind we
Frequently observe
That weilds their power
To unnerve














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By: Cedric McClester

Those redneck crackers
Chose to spill
The innocent blood
Of young Emmett Til
An image that
Stays with me still
And I believe
It always will

Imagine that
You were the mother
Of ten year old
Clifford Glover
Only to wake up
To discover
That he was dead
Somehow or other

The cops said
He was running and
They mistook him
For a grown man
Caught with
Nothing In his hand
She was asked
To just understand

There are others
Too numerous to name
Who might never
Achieve the same fame
Of those above
Whom I have claimed
But they’re as noteworthy
Just the same








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