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Sep 2019
By: Cedric McClester

There’s no denying
That you are still lying
While the planet is frying
And people are dying
But nobody’s buying
That you’re complying
With the underlying
Reason they’re crying

You’d rather ignore
What they’re marching for
Than to explore
Why we should do more
To develop a rapport
The esprit de corps
Which you might abhor
'Cuz you like rancor

Their future’s at stake
Which they cannot take
‘Cuz they’re wide awake
And for heaven’s sake
The dam’s gonna break
And that’s not opaque
It’s clear to betake
It’ll be what we make

Need I remind?
We’re running out of time
And that should ring anyone’s chime
If you’ve observed the changing clime
Speaking directly unlike a mime
You know it’s not a victimless crime
If you hadn’t crossed the line
It wouldn’t be necessary to drop a dime




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