The world spins as tuned for the daily,
Families wake in the morning to dawn,
Riots raged in the night,
Buildings caught in the fire light,
Love burns white-hot as tension fuel the mania,
I Can't Breath is all that is heard
A whisper, a gasp, a plea
Please, I cannot breathe someone, please help me.
A man dies, a family cries, the world sees with their own eyes.
The protest begins outside a precinct,
Tear gas bottles fly, a Somali girl dares to defy.
Again those words are heard,
"I can't breathe."
Rocky Highlander (author) from Colorado on June 01, 2020:
Lora Hollings on May 31, 2020:
It is hard to even imagine the emotional and physical pain that George Floyd was made to endure until he died. He was murdered by men who were supposed to be following the law and remembering first and foremost their humanity! This man's tragic death is an urgent call that there has to be changes made to protect all people from those that would commit such actions that would go so far as to deprive a man of his life. Thank you for speaking out against such inhumanity in your poem.
Lorna Lamon on May 28, 2020:
This was a heartless evil act carried out by someone who has no respect for human life, let alone themselves. Your poem highlights the pain, suffering and anger at this terrible tragedy.
Verlie Burroughs from Canada on May 28, 2020:
Beyond sad, shocking, and evil. Kudos to you for giving voice to the outrage and loss.