By: Cedric McClester

Somebody call a cop
The madness has to stop
How many have to drop
Before we close the shop
Do we refuse to see
The blatant cruelty
That those longing to be
Simply put, just free

Just like I said before
Somebody call the law
We cannot ignore
The horror or the gore
Of the Administration’s
Various gyrations
Before other nations
Must we keep having patience?

Despite this nation’s might
We don’t have the right
To punish or indict
So why should he take flight?
See, he’s never been contrite
He’d much prefer to fight
Than to change their plight
Either day or night

Guess we’ll have to wait
For time to seal his fate
At some future date
It’s gonna be checkmate
Meanwhile we’ll contend
‘Til its brought to an end
Or we apprehend
A man who will not bend





















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