By: Cedric McClester

Let’s not call ‘em protesters
If they’re burning and
They’re looting
Let’s not call them protester
If they’re breaking glass windows
And shooting
Let’s call them what they are
Just blatant opportunists

Let’s not call them protesters
Which is not to suggest
That it wouldn’t be proper to
Call them insurrectionists
Let’s not get confused
As to what it is we’re seeing
When we observe them
Throwing objects while they’re fleeing

Let’s not call them protesters
Even when the cause is just
Because those hooligans
Don’t represent any of us
Let’s not call ‘em protester
When they’re stoking public fears
Let’s call them what they are
Simply put provocateurs

Let’s not call ‘em protesters
When they disregard the law
Let’s not call them protesters
Who are openly declaring war
Against the established order
Just to even a score
Let’s not call ‘em protesters
We never did before








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By: Cedric McClester

I want to offer consolation
For the downtrodden of this nation
Hope is on hiatus not on vacation
Its speedy return lies with the patient
I can understand your despair
But you also need to be acutely aware
That nothing lasts forever
See this present malady isn’t that clever

I’d like you to think for a minute
And yes I know we’re caught up in it
But ultimately it will go away
Exactly when I cannot say
Although one day it will disappear
And who knows if that moment’s near?
We need to proceed with all due care
Until the second that we get there

This has been a heavy load
And we’re all in pandemic mode
So wear your mask and wash your hands
And acquiesce to its demands
It will only be a little while longer
Every day we’re all getting stronger
Pretty soon we’ll have the cure
The very one we’re all looking for

You can call me an optimist
And I will certainly cop to this
But I can’t be no other way
I don’t know what else I can say
Cuz we were never in control
And I would never be so bold
Or even have the gumption
To make that assumption


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By: Cedric McClester

The President may be a goner
From the dreaded corona
Guess we haven’t turned that corner
Wonder if we’re ever gonna
He didn’t believe in wearing a mask
Whether he does now we’ll have to ask
Does he still find it a task?
Or does he want an oxygen mask

So much for his conspiracy theory
Of which by now we’ve become weary
Now his prognosis is so dreary
That I wouldn’t want him anywhere near me
And as for us turning a corner
If we believe this who do we honor?
When the President himself may be a spawner
Yet this breaking news may be a yawner

At the president’s constant insistence
And because he has such strong resistance
The White House doesn’t practice social distance
Because scientific facts he routinely dismisses
Now we’re playing a game of wait and see
Does he have it? You can search me
If he does as it might well may be
It will remain an ongoing mystery

Perhaps at last he’s learned his lesson
But he’ll probably keep us guessing
Though If he survives it will be a blessing
From on high there’s no contesting
I guess now he’ll take it serious
And if he doesn’t he’s probably delirious
Yet he could also be impervious
Though his behavior has been murderous!






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By: Cedric McClester

How come
It’s mostly us?
When cops decide
Their guns must bust
Yes it is
In God we trust
But you should
Understand our fuss

Shot seven times
In his back
Oh by the way
The man is black
A white boy
Shot two people dead
But police let him
Go home instead

Paralyzed still
Shackled to his bed
Where he’s going
They haven’t said
What’s the charge
It hasn’t been read
Would they prefer
That he was dead?

We are not
Equally treated
In an instance
Things get heated
Once we’re charged
It’s hard to beat it
When the judge says
Kindly be seated


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By: Cedric McClester

Fannin’ the flames
Of deep racial division
Has become
His new found religion
And a house divided
Cannot stand
Yet he’s promoted separation
Throughout this land

Fanning the flames
Of his raw hate
Will crush us all
Underneath its weight
And while I’m at it
Let me also state
What I am sayin’
Isn’t open to debate

That boy is talkin’
Out of his annis
By saying
He’s just tryna
Be famous
He’s a Trump supporter
Who will remain nameless
Killed two and wounded one
And so he’s not blameless

He’s just one more example
Of what hate can breed
As a Trump acolyte
Who closely paid heed
He’s also guilty
Of the blood that they bleed
So we need to pray
Trump doesn’t succeed


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By:   Cedric McClester

We're mourning in America
We have a right to grieve
The level of his incompetence
Is not to be believed
We’re approaching four years in
But what has he achieved?
With a sense of permanence
That sooner or later won’t leave

We're mourning in America
Because he’s so ill suited
For the office that he holds
I think he should be booted
And I can’t help but lament the fact
That our tax dollars have been looted
When it comes to the pandemic
The experts have been muted

We're mourning in America
Because we’re under a pall
And his slow response to the Covid-19
Is responsible most of all
But he uses it as an excuse
For the present economic stall
And he’s in cahoots with those who say
Where we go one go all

We're mourning in America
Take a look around
Listen closely and you can hear
That muffled drumming sound
For the countless thousands
Of loved ones in the ground
That after suffering through hell
We hope are heaven bound



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By: Cedric McClester

Something I’ve always hated
Is what needs to be stated
When the plot construction’s weighted
And the images are dated
Hollywood has black men fated
To wear dresses created
For us to be emasculated
Yet we’ve willingly participated
Think Tyler Perry’s Madea
Close your eyes and you can see her
From Good Times with its JJ
To Martin and his Shanaynay
They have always found a way way
To make buffoonery okay kay
And ***** are still on display
Up until this very day

Call it a judgment call
But when I think about Monster’s Ball
Staring Hallie Berry y’all
The whole race took a fall
Cos it left us all exhausted
Think of the stereotype it fostered
And the self-respect it lost her
Is what her Oscar cost her
When she said, “Make me feel gooood”
And that ******* pulled out his wood
Then plugged her where she stood
Cos she signaled to him he could
Her going crazy over getting’ his meat
Made me wanna throw-up in my seat
And to make the picture more complete
She put her body out there on Front Street

By now it’s plain to us she’s driven
But how she chooses to make their living
Doesn’t mean she has to be forgiven
Anymore than an Andre Piven
But enough on Hallie already
I don’t wanna make this thing too petty
There are others even more unsteady
Then a hot bowl of fresh spaghetti
I’m not a big fan of the Manns
I don’t like the way the camera pans
So when they’re on I make other plans
And my whole family understands
See I’ve had enough of those clowns
I don’t even need to meet the Browns
Which also probably explains
Why I haven’t reached out to the Paynes

Hollywood’s full of Harvey Weinsteins
In Gucci loafers and designer jeans
Creating havoc with off -camera scenes
While toying with some actor’s dreams
Now they’re falling like dominoes
But I guess that’s the way it goes
Like ******* up a producer’s nose
They feel invincible I suppose
But the actresses who feel embolden
No longer find themselves beholden
To the men who took advantage and sold ‘em
Everybody gets their turn to scold ‘em
In the wake of Kevin Spacey’s canards
A strong wind blew down his House of Cards
But isn’t that the way it always starts
Hollywood is full of broken hearts


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