By: Cedric McClester

What’s the fuss?
I hear their guns bust
And they’re killin’ us
So where’s the trust
I can see the hate
But he doesn’t relate
Instead, he calculates
Then seals our fate

Is our level of self-hatred
So deep
That our petty animosities
Won’t keep
And we don’t stop to look
Before we leap
Until predictably our blood
Starts to seep

Is anybody  out there
Listenin’ to me?
It’s a strange kinda
Pathology
That we so
Commonly see
And it doesn’t
Have to be

What’s wrong with us?
It’s hard to say
But it’s been documented
Anyway
If tomorrow is to be
A brighter day
Then it’s up to us to lead the way



Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2019.  All rights reserved.