By: Cedric McClester

We’ve come full circle,
So we’ve stopped asking why?
How many black people
Have to needlessly die?
At the hands of police
When something’s gone awry
And is good judgement
Ever gonna apply?

We’ve come full circle,
We’re at the end of our rope
We’d like to be optimistic
But we’re about to give up hope
That anything will change
Without a whole lot of soap
To clean up the mess
Underneath our microscope

We’ve come full circle,
And reached this conclusion
Equal treatment under the law
Is merely an illusion
If it ain’t an errant bullet
Or a fractured skull contusion
It’s death by strangulation
As a result of the confusion

We’ve come full circle,
On this ferris wheel
And if they were in our shoes
They’d know how we feel
All we’re asking is that
They be even keel
Before unnecessarily
Drawing their steel









Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2020.  All rights reserved.