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Jul 2019
By: Cedric McClester

It isn’t hyperbole,
It’s a fact
He opened her up
To attack
By placing a target
On her back
And you had best
Believe that Jack!

He throws rocks
Then hides his hand
And does whatever else
He can
To incite his people
Down to the man
Who buy his *******
Understand?

Pray to God
No one gets hurt
When he gets finished
Throwing dirt
It’s not as if
They are inert
As we might hear
Him try to assert

He does his best
To divide
Now there’s nowhere
For him to hide
Or take back
The fact he lied
After they’ve been
Multiplied











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