.If the world didn’t call out your name
You would be just one more number
Not the first nor the last…
Just another one… biting the dust…
We’re weary of seeing blood being shed
Especially, by those who are meant to protect…
Except, he was pinned to the ground, unarmed!
“They’re killing me,” he said to his mum…
It’s a life that God gave and called her to deliver
When I think of it, as a mother, I shiver…
Mr. president, please, let’s call it what it is…
Not a sad incident nor a bad situation
Let’s call it “murder”, shall we?
That was the intention!
Third degree? Questionably…
“I can’t breathe,” he said, repeatedly…
“If you can say you can’t breathe, you’re breathing.”
Mr. Mayor, what the heck?
Would you like him to elaborate,
with a knee on his neck?
Mr. officer kept pressing that knee into him
While the whole world watched…
We, too, were gasping for air…
It made us feel sick, filled us with despair…
Even now, we’re holding our breath –
We want justice, for this premature death…
You can’t handle a man like he’s null and void
His life did matter. His name was George Floyd.
“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me…” Psalm 23:4