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Nov 2015
By: Cedric McClester

That’s not who we are?
Then who are we exactly?
I don’t know, don’t ask me
Or take the time to task me
With answering that question
Not who we claim I’m guessing
If our actions are any indication
We’re a totally different nation

That’s not who we are?
Our president likes to say
So then here is the question
Who are we anyway?
We’ve become schizophrenic
And we weren’t yesterday
Afraid of our own shadows
Like we are today

That’s not who we are?
But how many of us know
Who we really are
When it doesn’t show
We just pretend to be
What we’re not although
We’d deny that premise
If you asked us so

That’s not who we are?
The statement seems so strange
When you take into consideration
How much we have changed
The way we treat some refugees
Could be called deranged
From our former selves
We’ve become quite estranged
















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