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Jun 2020
By:: Cedric McClester

From slavery time
Through  blacks who got lynched
The putridness of racism
Has carried a stench
Straight to the injustice
We receive from the bench
Which has been like
A lead pipe cinch

I don’t know what
It’s gonna take
For a black man or woman
To catch a break
Although it’s overdue
For heaven’s sake
It’s time we got
From under the rake

Now that the protests
Have gone ballistic
And there’s reason for us
To be optimistic
We’re tired of being
Just another statistic
So hope finally seems
To be realistic

These appear to be
Changing times
We see all around us
The  paradigms
Cops now are accountable
For their many crimes
Smart phones are everywhere
Steadily dropping dimes









Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2020.  All rights are reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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