By: Cedric McClester

What kind of rawhide ******* Is this
That has Hatian immigrants under horses and whips
After making their thousand mile trips?
To get away from their oppressor’s grips
I can’t believe the images I’m seeing
Aren’t Hatians also fellow human beings?
So why are they treated like miscreants
Chosen to be unfortunate recipients?

How can our government justify
This ever happening and what’s the reason why?
Their due process was denied
It’s enough to make one breakdown and cry
This country was built on the backs of immigrants
That sought better lives as erstwhile innocents
And helped this country to grow
As the nation’s history will show

I’d hate to attribute it to them being black
Although that might be a matter of fact
Which is just an excuse but no way to act
Or to have their human rights hijacked
This isn’t the America that most of us know
Though it might be as critical race theory can show
Although that’s a blow that hits below
And kindly remember who told you so

What kind of rawhide ******* Is this
That under a new administration finds us remiss
Perhaps that’s why they say ignorance is bliss
Though I’d like to tell them where they can kiss
You’d think we would have learned from our recent past
Long after the dye has sadly been cast
But that might be me thinking too fast
Which might explain why I’m so aghast






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By: Cedric McClester

Black girls go missing
And yo!
The media if ever,
Rarely lets you know
And law enforcement resources
Hardly ever flow
Which is the hard cold truth
That the public needs to know

White girls go missing
And yo!
They move heaven and earth
Which causes one to wonder
What’s a black girl’s life worth?
Call this false equivalency
But my argument
Has added girth

Red girls go missing
And yo!
Only those on their reservations
Seem to know
It doesn't get reported
Or mentioned on a show
That might contribute to
The information flow

White girls go missing
And yo!
We collectively clutch our pearls
To show
Our consternation  and sympathy
Will grow
To the outer limits
Like the show





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By: Cedric McClester

Western fears
Versus Eastern ideas
Is a matter of us
Changing gears
But we’ve been reluctant
Or so it appears
To try something new
Over the years

The Afghans
We decided to support
Should be brought up on charges
And taken to court
We gave ‘em our treasure
And taught them how to fight
But when it came down to it
They chose to take flight

We were at war
With the Taliban
But when we left
They had the upper hand
Oh how
Our memories fade
How many times must we lie in
The beds that we made?

How many times
Must we be burned
Before we benefit from
What should’ve been learned?
Or is anyone
The least bit concerned
That we try to avoid
The kind of karma that we’ve earned?










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By: Cedric McClester

He died from what he believed in
The disease
He couldn’t conceive when
He was covid free
It was hard for him to see
What would sadly come to be
Now his family is on bended knees
Pleading, “ Lawd have mercy please!”

There are none so blind as
Those who will not see
That this dreaded disease
Doesn't really have to be
Millions upon millions are now
Covid free
Who vaccinated judiciously
Just like dumb me

Millions more clearly need ‘em
But far be it for me
To impede their freedom
I only hope I’m able to
Succeed ‘em
By listening to good advisors
And like others heed them
The warning signs are there for us to read .em

A stitch in time
They say saves nine
So how many more
More must we watch dying?
From Covid -19
Or its new variant
Ya know what I mean?
I’ve blown my clarion

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By: Cedric McClester

She cleaned his blood trail
Off of the ground
In front of the housing projects
Where her son’s body was found
Shot twice in his face
And also in his chest
Then taken to the hospital
You can guess the rest

Unfortunately he was
Dead upon arrival
With his kind of wounds
The chances for survival
Are so often slim to none
Especially if it’s a 38 caliber gun
The kind of weapon
That was unleashed on her son

In the ghetto there’s often
So much toil and strife
That it makes you question
What’s the value of human life?
When the deceased is
Someone’s loved one(husband or wife)
Or a somebody's son
That’s losing their life

The level of self-hatred
Has to be deep seated
In the black community
Where that scene is repeated
And the solution beats me
As to what is the key
Cos it’s done
With repeated frequency


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By: Cedric McClester

Perhaps she just got
Too excited
Then said, “Finally
a great wrong got righted.”
Because the news
Made her delighted
Now ever since
She’s been slighted

‘Been talked about
On social media
She’s even cited
On Wikipedia
As often happens
When your mouth
Has defeated ya
And a negative response
Is what has greeted ya

Some think the clapback
Was too hard
For a person with the
Stature of a Phylicia Rashad
Since they’ve pulled
The “Me too” card
It’s as if she were
The Marquisa De Sade

Now she’s backtracked
And opened up her eyes
And to one and all
She’s apologized
Because of how
She’s been criticized
And even by some
She’s now despised

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By: CedricMcClester

The Republican Party is owned
By a stone cold loser
He’s an acknowledged
Serial woman abuser
And perhaps a secret
******* user
As well as a bully
And a political bruiser

The Republican Party
Has lost their way
They’ve attached themselves
To a big liar today
Out of fear that the liar
Might make them pay
They bend to his will
As if it is olay

The Republican Party
Is a house that’s divided
Which happened to them
Once they decided
To hitch their wagon
To a falling star
Which explains why
They find themselve where they presently are

The Republican Party
Is clearly doomed
And that isn’t something
That I’ve randomly assumed
I’ve studied the situation
You might have presumed
And observed the idol worship
In which they’re consumed












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