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Apr 2021
By: Cedric McClester

The jurors said guilty
On all three counts
And history was made
Cos the cop didn’t bounce
See sometimes we get
Justice by the ounce
But most times we don’t
When the verdict’s pronounced

He must have assumed
That he’d get away
With the ****** he committed
On that fateful day
But thank God he didn’t
And will have to pay
For that public lynching
On open display

All he showed Mr. Floyd
Was gross disrespect
When he kept his knee
On his fragile neck
With the crowd urging him
To let George off the deck
He ignored one and all
While flexing his pecs

Now his accomplices
Face aiding and abetting
For not doing nothing
Though it was upsetting
Even a blind man could see
Where it was heading
To an outcome that they
All should have been dreading


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