The Gentle Giant

The Gentle Giant I can Breathe How many time have my black brothers and Sisters divided theirs tears Into Sections With each drop, with each snuffle With each tissue: we thread: as we bled to death The chanting will echoed, the violent will rise the barricade will followed: then someone will die. Black Lives Matters: Black lives matters Are we really free? Are we still running from the police? They is no such thing as equal rights Those are upright and downright lies: No justice no peace: said you mama, So heartless said your sister, I will killed them said my brothers As I compose this piece, racism is another kind Of deadly disease: without a lease, without a cure: As I stay here and listen to the helicopter circling the neighborhood All I can think of is bad actions, deadly reactions Everybody stay calm, everybody stay down Life isn’t fair, chanted the big crowd in Trafalgar Square: 1 Corinthians 15:54, 55: “Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? Death only uses violence: An eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.” ? Mahatma Gandhi In the beginning There were Adam and Eve There was kindness, and there was peace: Everyone smiles in the same language Not everyone hurts the same way: Goodbye my brother .R.I.P A time for demonstrating, a time to showed leadership a time to be happy, a time to be sad, A time to pull the trigger, a time to seize fire A time for karma, a time for relaxing while the night calms Rest in Peace my brother: George Floyd Racism, George Floyd, riots, injustice, Kindness, Evil