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Jan 2021
By: Cedric McClester

Some call it democracy
But I call it the hypocrisy
Of the aristocracy
Promoting meritocracy
Because our ideas
Are bought and sold
By those among us
Who maintain control

So pardon me
If I may be so bold
To lay it out like that
Because I know it’s cold
But that’s not even the half
If the truth be told
We’re all being choked
In their strangle hold

This isn’t a survey
So I haven’t been polled
Nor is it simply put
Something that I’ve been told
I’m an eyewitness
Who watched it all unfold
And it hasn’t yet reached
It’s full threshold

So here’s my hypothesis
They’re blocking our esophagus
By closing our sarcophagus
And that’s the thing that’s stopping us
As long as they’re the ones
With the monopoly
They’re always gonna have
The oligopoly



Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2021. All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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