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Feb 2019
By: Cedric McClester

It’s not the caravans
At our Southern border,
It’s the access to guns
That’s causing social disorder
If there’s a national emergency
Then it’s that, in fact
But he’s scared of the NRA
So he refuses to act

It’s not the immigrants
Who are seeking asylum
That are contributing factors
To this homegrown violence
It’s the guns that are used
With wonton abandon
That have raised our death rate
Throughout this land and

It’s not desperate people
Who happen to be brown
That are putting our citizens
Six feet underground
It’s not the hungry, or the poor
Who are responsible
For what we choose to ignore
Those are the things we need to explore

It’s not the ones
He pretends to suspect
That are the main problem
Causing this wreck
It’s the giant elephant
That’s been in the room
Who has been causing
All the gloom and doom





Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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