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Jun 2020
He was relatively unknown
Until the day he died
Now, some silently weep,
While others loudly cry.

They pushed on his neck
After they forced him to the ground
One cop killed George
While three other watched and stood around

More than George Floyd died
When he took his last breath
Minnesota lost so much
With the unknown man’s needless death  

The protests got out of control
With looting, riots, and fires result
The violence cheapened George’s memory
His death seemed forgotten amidst all the tumult

When calm is restored, maybe reform will come
And provide reason for this young man’s death.
Society must change and improve itself
To give reason to George Floyd’s last breath.
I feel rushed with this work, but I also felt I needed to express myself.  I am sorry you died, George Floyd.
Written by
Mike Brubaker  55/M/Minnesota
(55/M/Minnesota)   
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