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By: Cedric McClester There’s blood on his hands But justice demands Having the proof And he’s been aloof Those who did the deed Have a greater need They want to survive To stay alive So it’s absurd to expect Them to connect The dots to the puzzle They’re sufficiently muzzled And won’t place the blame On Prince What’s-his-name? Though  it’s hard to miss it He’s clearly complicit So the stench lingers on The conclusion's foregone That he placed the order And condoned the slaughter Of his journalistic critic And just to be analytic In his position He can't stand opposition His father is ailing With health clearly failing And the throne is in sight To his son’s delight So he’s biding his time While hatching a crime That’s so barbaric The result may be pyrrhic Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018.  All rights reserved.
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
THE DOTS TO THE PUZZLE
By: Cedric McClester There’s blood on his hands But justice demands Having the proof And he’s been aloof Those who did the deed Have a greater need They want to survive To stay alive So it’s absurd to expect Them to connect The dots to the puzzle They’re sufficiently muzzled And won’t place the blame On Prince What’s-his-name? Though  it’s hard to miss it He’s clearly complicit So the stench lingers on The conclusion's foregone That he placed the order And condoned the slaughter Of his journalistic critic And just to be analytic In his position He can't stand opposition His father is ailing With health clearly failing And the throne is in sight To his son’s delight So he’s biding his time While hatching a crime That’s so barbaric The result may be pyrrhic Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018.  All rights reserved.
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
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