George Floyd

A mouth that won't speak, even whisper,
Will never get you anywhere,
A hole it will leave, a sore blister,
Calls out to people everywhere.

The cardboard signs, worn and old,
The screaming voices, lost and scared,
A life taken, black and bold,
A black for a white, the truth declared.

Please, I can't breathe, the knee on my neck,
Peace of two races I failed to bring,
I can't breathe officer, give my lungs a sec,
My heart isn't the only thing that stings.

Back into the ground I return,
Even if I do fall, the signs stay high,
But the world is left to learn,
I am George Floyd, and I did try.

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