By: Cedric McClester

Here we go again
Will it ever end
As long as we pretend
That we will not ascend
Into the deep abyss
For tolerating this
While balling up our fist
Are we to remain remiss?

Seventeen and counting
Their blood flows like a fountain
The death toll keeps on mounting
Cuz we are not accounting
For our sins of omission
We have the dead’s permission
To stop the deadly commission
Of ****** as an act of contrition

Must we continue saying it’s too soon
To discuss the matter, it’s high noon
As dead bodies remain strewn
And it appears we are immune
To the carnage that we see
That doesn’t have to be
Marvin said mercy mercy me?
But must we morn the land of the free?

If you are asking me
I say that it’s insanity
To tolerate the inanity
Of this situation see
No more benedictions
Let’s have the courage of our convictions
We can cure our present affliction
With some artful interdiction







Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2018.  All rights reserved.