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Jul 2020
By: Cedric McClester

Are you hearing me?
It’s called tyranny!
The kind that we
Can plainly see
So are we free,
Or, exactly what
They want us to be?
Imprisoned lock and key

Are you hearing me?
And do you agree,
With the kind of tactics
We’re starting to see?
Against the people
Whose cacophony
Of protestant voices
Have constancy

Are you hearing me?
I’m on bended knee
Registering a futile plea
Knowing we don’t have to be
The kind of government
That others flea
Though that’s the kind
We’re starting to see

Are you hearing me?
He seems to be
On a law and disorder spree
Trying to impact our destiny
He wants to be president
So desperately
That he would do anything
To make that be


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