In space of nine minutes
Floyd just couldn’t breath
I bet he didn’t know…
But where did Angels go

Withered rose, broken vase
Now that the universe’s
Balance and harmony
Seems a sanctimony…

Isn’t the earth tired
Of cold bloodshed mired
Coming from another
Dark colored skin brother

Derek’s kneels is not new
I once thought we outgrew
Injustice, I was wrong
Nine minute to morgue

Those around did keep quite
Recording Floyd’s death
Yet marching together
Screaming: ‘black lives matter”.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu