.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… . But, . 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 … Continue reading Poem, “I Can’t Breathe”