This poem is about police brutality, racism and the violence and the loss of lives it causes. It looks back at a particular event that took place in 2020 when African-American man George Floyd, 46, died in police custody outside a shop in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Thought racism Ended,
Martin Luther King Junior, isn’t it so?
Earth was once one landmass called Pangaea
Implying one person, one blood knot.
But that’s an old discourse, it’s Archaic
Things fall apart, are no longer at ease.
A race is superior, and the other inferior,
What shall we do?
The world is divided by colour, religion, social class
Politics-the list is endless.
Somewhere in the world
An officer mutes a victim of another race.
The officer puts the victim down like a hen ready to be slaughtered.
The officer kneels on the victims’ head,
The victim says, “I can’t breathe.”
The victim’s oxygen depletes.
Protests everywhere, lethal force is used.
Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.