This is the story of a brother
Who lived and died unfairly.
This world is somehow crazy
And most of our leaders are lazy.
The society operated in criticisms
and allowed racisms.
Companies are corrupted
The environment is polluted.
Your death was so slow,
and I could feel how
you wished to grow.
But this foe perched on your face
not permitting you to make pace.
You barely attempted to breath in air,
still your punishment wasn't fair.
Your death was skillfully made up.
Sorry, if we couldn't
support you to stand up.
But with your final breath
you eventually took from earth.
"Your last words, I can't breathe."
But it was too late
for your fate
When you couldn't
say goodbye on that date.