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The old black pen
On a plain white paper
Writes a new history in three words
To refreshen the declaration of independence
that says: All people are alike
They have the same right to live independently
Then why a white officer’s black boot
Pressurized on the neck
Of a black unarmed man
Against the back wheel of the car
And compressed the neck...
Such that he shouts,
he cries... and... pleads...
A living voice says -
I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe
My mother...leave me...
give me water...
But brutality choked life to death
Life which is a gift of God,
In just eight minutes and
then the voice faded away.
Violently killing the living is murder
And now violence can’t be ignored
“I can’t breathe...” is a historical slogan of the year
One voice is echoing back in multiple voices
In the open air
with a wave of protest
I can’t breathe...we can’t breathe...we can’t breathe. |
