To Serve and Protect
When a black man has a knee pressed against his throat
police brutality has no known antidote.
He can't breathe; cut no slack.
Complaining he was choking, they ignored his plea,
and one cop kept on pressing his weight on that knee.
Both hands cuffed in the back.
People watched in horror as his life got snuffed out;
all they could do for George Floyd was stand there and shout.
He's died for being black.
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