By: Cedric McClester

Our existence incites them when
They want to make things right again
By making America white they can
Recapture all they had back then
When the people they despised
Were separated from their national ties
And were either enslaved or marginalized
Then swatted down like a pack of flies

Is it that hard for you to see?
Why they fear people who look like me
People they once hung from a tree
But were able to withstand their treachery
Soon they’ll be among the minority
In this homeland, of the free
So they’re afraid of what might be
When others hold the unlocking key

Lets make America great again
Appears to be a synonym
For making it white yet they pretend
That it’s not when they can
But what they want is hegemony
Over everyone else that they see
Who are yellow, brown or black like me
But they can’t defy their destiny

The Bible said it hard and fast
One day the first will be the last
Now it appears the dye’s been cast
But they’re still living in the past
They want back those Halycyon days
When we indulged their errant ways
Before we married off the gays
Though nothing like that permanently stays













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