I know I cannot speak to the dead
But I have many questions
What combs through my mind is more than just pondering
It is legitimate hurt

George, please tell me
When the police stopped you, did you start to fear for your life?
Did you recall all the beautiful, black boys before you who were meted out with injustice?
It is as if God can only make colours of the rainbow
Not hues and shades of black and white too

George, did you think you would have been okay if you just complied?
You hoped in the system
Trusting them to value your life 
Not treat your melanin as a mutation
But alas you are lifeless

George, what was on your mind when you were on the ground?
The masses heard you cry and scream for your beloved mom
She passed away
People fought for you
Sought to show the officers the error in their way
But I guess they are above reproach
Did you give up when your cries for oxygen were disregarded?
They kneeled on your neck and stripped your future away from you
The weight of the death of blacks in America has made rivers flow from the eyes of many
Land of the free?
Only for those they deem to matter

All that’s left is rage and anguish
You were a victim of a system that doesn’t reflect the love of God
Evil took you away
I can do nothing but kneel too
But pray

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