Eight Minutes, Forty Six Seconds
Eight Minutes, Forty Six seconds is all it took
For another black man's life to be took
Now look at how,
History is re-writing itself
New civil law right books
Will soon be placed on the bookshelf
A nation Suppress
A nation Distress
Will only make nations vex
It's time we ADDRESS
The things that makes us STRESSED
Mankind was not created to be Cruel or DEPRESSED
We need to Confess that we are OBSESSED
By making others feel Useless and OPPRESSED
Eight Minutes, Forty Six Seconds
Another Black man is dead
All it took was for someone to lose his head
That's what I read,
Another black man abused and dead
Within seconds the news was spread
Another Black man blood was shed
At least that's what the news said,
Officer lost his head
While victim laid unconscious and dead
Eight Minutes and Forty Eight seconds is all it took
For another Black man to be abused, shot and dead.
Copyright © Scarlette Howard | Year Posted 2020
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