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Nov 2020
By: Cedric McClester

Here we go again
With his locker room talk
How the hell is Trump
Gonna deprive New York
Of the covid vaccines
That are so sorely needed?
When he won’t be in a position
To have his orders heeded

Trump doesn’t want us to have
An independent review
Of his warp speed vaccine
But wouldn’t you?
Considering it has been
Hastily rushed through
And we don’t know
To what lengths he might go to

He’s taking full credit
For what the researchers achieved
Like he came up with it himself
He’s not to be believed
The man carries his ego
Out on his sleeve
But he doesn’t acknowledge
The deaths of thousands we grieve

We can rejoice because
He’ll soon be gone
And there’s no need for us
To remain forlorn
Bet your bottom dollar
As sure as you’re born
Our divided nation
Won’t remain torn











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