By: Cedric McClester

Far be it from me
To be a debater
Or even for that matter
A prognosticator
When it comes to racism
And the melenen-challenged  hater
To their whims and fancies
I refuse to cater

Far be it from me
To sit here in judgement
Or wonder why
They seem so hell bent
On keeping the black man
As well as the brown
With their heads bowed
And necks on the ground

Far be it from me
To try to appraise
Where our country seems headed
Nowadays
If we don’t change
Our wicked ways
When we lose our democracy
Don’t be amazed

Far be it from me
While wondering out loud
Why we as a nation
Are encased in a shroud?
The God that we trust in
Doesn’t have our heads bowed
And we commit sins
That are not allowed



















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