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Jun 2020
“I cannot breathe,” he begged through gasps
as minutes moved, his lungs collapsed
the streets would grieve his blood that day
and seek The Poet in his name

if we remain, though he is gone
we have a chance to right the wrong
on bended knee, with head bowed down
it’s you and me - The Time is now
in loving memory of George Floyd, an African-American man murdered in cold blood at the hands of the Minneapolis Police Dept on May 25, 2020.
Olga Valerevna
Written by
Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
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