I Can’t Breathe

The only person he calls out for help,
As he believed like always,
She will be able to help,
Not realising in the final moments,
Maybe he saw her,
As she was there to ease his travel elsewhere.

The light he left, a beacon of impending change,
A change of racial and economic inequalities,
That has been simmering for years under the layers.
Sometimes latent, sometimes brought fore by
an unfortunate happening waiting to unfold.

Frustration, pent up anger unites the world over.
Peaceful demonstrations and march for objectivity,
Unscrupulous elements also plunder amidst.
Hashtags to the cause that matters,
Crowd the Facebook, Twitter and Insta overnight,
The pause in the music and the dark screens,
Reflection of savage darkness within.
The very very* ones for the photo op,
Hiding in inner bunkers ensconced in fake safety.
But the voice of truth cannot be silenced anymore.

Justice to be served and perpetrators to be booked,
Revamp the faulty system skewed in favour of select,
So the laws are uniform irrespective of colour and
all stand equals to breathe the air freely in delight.

Will the racial pandemic go down in history
Or will it just be a passing chapter of 2020?
Will another George Floyd or Eric have to say the words,
I can’t breathe again!