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Jul 2019
By: Cedric McClester

Round them all up
The President said
Disrupt their sleep
Get ‘em out of bed
Send ‘em back to the countries
From which they fled
‘Cuz he don’t give a ****
If they wind up dead

A heart as cold as ICE
Doesn’t factor in
The kinds of lives they led
Or from where they’ve been
He’d like to see a country
Where if you have white skin
You’ll have the advantage
Over other men

His in-laws are immigrants
But their pigment is white
One was even a Communist
But he finds that alright
He’s an avowed Xenophobe
Who often gets uptight
When it’s someone of color
Who out of fear took flight

He wants ‘em rounded up
And deported right away
He doesn’t give a ****
Whether night or day
His racist like tendencies
Are always on display
He’d like Latin Americans
Deported now today




















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