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Nov 2015
By: Cedric McClester

I don’t rightly know
What there is to say
About truth, justice
And the American way
Except it’s never
Fully been on display
Ask the indigenous people
Who are here today

Ask ‘em about the treaties
That were never kept
And the opportunities that
They might have had, but slept
To insure that their land
Was fully swept
Of those invading varmints
They learned to regret

Truth, justice and
The American way
The Superman announcer  
Used to say
Before we started chasing
Immigrants away
Or we started treating greed
Like it was okay

God blessed America
With a gift
But the American dream
Is becoming a myth
And what the rich have
Can be taken away swift
If the people of this country
Keep getting stiffed




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