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May 2018
By: Cedric McClester

When our president
Determines what should be
And we don’t have the right
To take a knee
How on earth
Can we say that we’re free?
If we acquiesce
To the dogma that we see

Some call him
The Master of the Lie
A title that he’s earned
Who can deny?
Deflection is usually
The reason why
Along with the gullibility
Of those who buy

His base is
Only a tiny fraction
Of the vast majority
Who take no action
When his branding
Is worthy of redaction
It seems to linger on
To his satisfaction

Adverse news he claims
The press is faking
Which is merely subterfuge
Of his own making
Never mind the norms
That he’s breaking
On a Richter scale
It’s just breathtaking







Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018. All rights reserved.











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Cedric McClester  New York, New York
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