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Aug 2019
By: Cedric McClester

They don’t want
The tired or poor
Seeking refuge
At our door
The ones we welcomed
Once before
Are not welcomed
Anymore

White supremacy
Has to be advanced
So It’s not about
People’s circumstance
The reason they
Don’t want ‘em in
Is the color
Of their skin

Everything else is
Just an excuse
So folks will ask,
“Hey, what’s the use?”
Instead of being judged
By what they produce
Let’s call it what it is
Immigrant abuse

They’re changing our motto
And our creed
To ignore the ones
Most in need
Our soul will be damaged
If they succeed
And all of us
Would do well to pay heed







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