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May 2015
By: Cedric McClester

Beg your pardon Mr. President
It may not be who we are
But the people we see
That ultimately determines
The people we be

Experience has brought me
To certain conclusions
So I don't operate
Under false illusions
Clearly we are not
Who we aspire to be
And I base this upon
Everything that I see

Beg your pardon Mr. President
It may not be who we are
But the people we see
That ultimately determines
The people we be

I'm told justice delayed
Is justice denied
And the examples are varied
And also quite wide
People of color
Are given more time
Than whites accused
Of a similar crime

Beg your pardon Mr. President
It may not be who we are
But the people we see
That ultimately determines
The people we be

From coast to coast
And stops in between
There are examples
Of just what I mean
Unarmed youth are shot down in the streets
And this scenario sadly repeats
Over and over and then again
Why should I believe you or even pretend

Beg your pardon Mr. President
It may not be who we are
But the people we see
That ultimately determines
The people we be

You've been defied
Beyond logic or reason
In any other country
They'd call it treason
The Senate Speaker
Saw his duty as one
To insure at every turn
That you be undone

Beg your pardon Mr. President
It may not be who we are
But the people we see
That ultimately determines
The people we be

Copyright (c) 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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