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Nov 2015
By: Cedric McClester

You’re a Jesus freak
That’s just Jesus speak
But what do you do
For the poor or weak
Do you do unto them
As you’d want done
If you were in their place
Can you answer that huh?

You know the Bible
Front and back
But we’d never know it
By the way you act
You wanna take away
Everything in fact
You’re anti Latino
And you hate the blacks

You walk around
With your chest stuck out
Telling us you’re saved
Or just about
Your actions place all of that
In serious doubt
You’re not what you profess
Haven’t you figured that out

Your Christian credentials
Are supposed to be in order
But you wanna build a fence
All along the southern border
And throw eleven million people
Out of here on their ***
Whether or not they’re law-abiding
You don’t even ask

Stop your proselytizing
That’s just gibberish
You’re determined not to grant
Their ardent wish
Give ‘em something to eat
Or teach ‘em how to fish
You won’t get their vote
Or have you thought of this










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