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May 2018
By: Cedric McClester

Dear Mr. North
Tell me what do you mean?
When you say that they're
Part of a propaganda machine
You weren’t at Parkland
Nor at the scene
When they got mowed down
By that gun carrying fiend

You’re the new head
Of the NRA
Who’s looking for something
Outrageous to say
So why would mass ******
Get in the way
Of your sick agenda
It happens, (okay)

I guess when you think about it
It makes perfect sense
The Iran-Contra scandal
Had your fingerprints
So it’s not hard for you
To come to the defense
Of the NRA
And therefore, hence

It’s easy for you
To attempt to equate
The Civil Rights movement
With your brand of hate
But the arch of justice bends
And the hour is late
For you to make that
Part of your debate


Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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