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Aug 2020
By: Cedric McClester

Congress is
On retreat
Because every time
They meet
They leave there
In defeat
With nothing
That’s concrete

They argue
And they shout
Then forget
All about
Us needing
A way out
Now our future
Is in doubt

So they go
On vacation
While a desperate nation
Faces unemployment
And starvation
Yet we’re asked
To just be patient
We should man our battle stations

Who are they
Working for?
We should
Show them the door
We don’t need
Them  anymore
Cuz they’re
Rotten to the core







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