8 Minutes And 46 Seconds Out Of Breath

For eight minutes and forty six seconds, George Floyd

Could not breathe. Brother George’s was strangled

Because the knees of the cop was on top of his neck

While being already handcuffed on the bloody street

What an act of cowardice and arrogance by this creep

By this criminal whose duty was to serve and protect

For eight minutes and forty six seconds, our brother

Couldn’t breathe, being hurt and calling for his mother

When the ambulance came Brother George was gone

Our friend had passed away; his life was taken, stolen

From him. Black lives matter. We can’t breathe, we’re

Dying. Brother George Floyd was lynched by a bad thug

Black lives matter. The entire world is upset, our dear

Brother was lynched in broad daylight. Without a last hug

A last handshake, George Floyd was stolen from his family

From his relatives, his friends, his buddies and his country

We can’t breathe too. We’ll fight for all the victims of violence

To get justice. May George rest in the arms of the Providence.


Copyright © 9 June 2020, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.

Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


Noriii B

this is beautiful 

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