By: Cedric McClester

Far be it from me
To be a debater
Or even for that matter
A prognosticator
When it comes to racism
And the melenen-challenged  hater
To their whims and fancies
I refuse to cater

Far be it from me
To sit here in judgement
Or wonder why
They seem so hell bent
On keeping the black man
As well as the brown
With their heads bowed
And necks on the ground

Far be it from me
To try to appraise
Where our country seems headed
Nowadays
If we don’t change
Our wicked ways
When we lose our democracy
Don’t be amazed

Far be it from me
While wondering out loud
Why we as a nation
Are encased in a shroud?
The God that we trust in
Doesn’t have our heads bowed
And we commit sins
That are not allowed



















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By: Cedric McClester

If the truth
Can set you free
Why do you
Deny your history
Whether or not
It’s blistery?
In truth and fact
That’s the mystery

Why is it so
Important to hide
The history that you
Refuse to confide?
As a matter of fact
You’ve outright lied
And sought to have
The truth denied

You can’t change
Your history
But the future can be
What it’s made to be
And what shouldn’t be
That hard to see
Is the irony
In my dichotomy

For the past
You can be forgiven
If you can change
The way that you’re living
Whether or not
You find it misgiven
That’s the direction in which
You should be driven










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By: Cedric McClester

Ain’t no need
In wondering anyhow
How things will turn out
In the Arbery trial
Eleven white jurors
And a single black
How does history tell ya
They’re gonna act?

We can pray for justice
As we always do
But the verdict’s gonna be
Where they apply the *****
Don’t expect three white men
To be guilty as charged
When they comprise the jury
By and large

Let’s pray that the family
Can get some peace
Cos that’s what they deserve
In the very least
They’re gonna have to turn
To the DOJ
For the justice they’re seeking
Anyway

Hope springs eternal
And we can always pray
That things turn out different
On the verdict day
But for killing black men
They usually get away
Cos our lives don’t matter
No matter what they say










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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?




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By: Cedric McClester

When are we gonna
Become irate
Like we did with
The participants of Watergate?
With those around Trump
Who refuse to state
The roles that they played
In the insurrection’s fate?

When are they gonna
Pay the price
For continuing to follow
A fool’s advice?
And when are they gonna
Be forced to play nice
Or have their heads
Squeezed inside of a vice

When are they gonna
Be forced to testify
So they can be made to pay
For their common lie?
Or will they continue
Simply to defy
The rule of law
That would normally apply?

When, or will we ever
Learn the true facts
Of what precipitated
The January 6th attacks?
Who were the conspirators
And who wielded the ax?
Will our country ever be able
To sit back and relax



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By: Cedric McClester

There’s no doubt
He plans to run the clock out
By going the legal route
Against the January 6th Committee
That he wants to flout
A Republican majority
Would all but guarantee
That loser’s victory

Against our worst fears
He’s been getting away for years
At least that’s how it appears
And there’s no reason for him to stop
Or to suddenly change gears
If he continues to find success
He’ll continue to do his best
Not to ever convalesce

So now his insurrection
Is underneath closer inspection
He’s practicing misdirection
Hoping to cloud our minds
Just for his self protection
But to give him a resurrection
Would be a blow to our midsection
Cos it was more than an inflection

So those trying to dismiss
What happened on the 6th
Really have me ******
Cos how can we ignore
What happened then
Or days and months before
What kind of message will it send
When the hearing reaches its end?














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By: Cedric McClester

No one’s in the closet
Anymore
No one has to be there
Like before
Nowadays they open up
The door
To reveal themselves
I’ll tell you more

No one has to hide
What they desire
Or the gender of who
Lights their fire
Or the kind of ***
That they inspire
Just as long as
That’s what takes ‘em higher

No one has to pretend
To be ashamed
Of the preferences
That they have named
Nor can that be used’
Just to defame
The ones who find themselves
Caught in that game

No one can deny that
Things have changed
Lest not those who
Were once estranged
My how some things
Seem to rearrange
To the point where
Few still find them strange









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