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George Floyd

Two hundred fatalities, hundred more to die, The number keeps growing. unbridled guns in the hands of sadistic cops, another victim on choke hold. he is not of their coat, no need for the court. we go there to mourn, and “justice” a mere joke. another victim is their statistics, they brought their ancestors with guns. Led them forcefully through the seas, They build the place you called home. yet murders their children at random, do they have another home? They obliterate history and silence the offspring by murders. he knelt his neck to the grave, he dares his maker for justice, A deliberate murder in modern America. The stretcher was waiting, cause they meant to kill him. indeed they killed him, ensure he died, as he cried helplessly to deaf ears. This is how they kill us in turns, And for same offences by Johnny they look the other way. Hey Johnny “stay cool” & stay safe. But they snuff his life out. Just because his coat is different again they killed another, who is next? Goodnight George Floyd

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