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Showing posts with label George Floyd. Show all posts
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Sunday, June 7, 2020

All Over the Place: My Town’s
George Floyd Protest 2020

By Michael H. Brownstein

No life matters until all lives matter. Black lives matter, too.
Are we not human? Do we not love our children, eat with forks and spoons, go to school and go to work?
Give me liberty, give me justice, do I not have a right to breathe?
                    —Protest signs


We Will Be Heard

By Geoffrey Dean

Filled with feeling, yet stunned by disbelief,
I froze like a pond in the depths of winter.
This happened here?
This happened
Again?


Your final agony ended my long lethargy
As tears rushed down like a river of melted ice.
This cannot happen.
This cannot happen
Anywhere.


Thumper

By Eric Meub

As Harry Potter puts it, “You-Know-Who”
Is hexing Pennsylvania Avenue.
The President, we learn, is quite annoyed
At all the fuss surrounding Mr Floyd.
The protesters have vowed to make a mess
Of his insightful Rose Garden address.
There’s been no looting, curfew’s not begun,
And yet, by all means, something must be done.

The Policeman’s Club Descends

By Bob Boldt

With each blow the black crucifixion arises anew.
“You got to move”
blues echo down Wall Street.

Follow the long chain of slaves who traded in
cotton for the automobile assembly.
While pharaoh keeps killing black leaders
with all the brutal indifference
of a wheat harvester’s scythe.

Black blood has fertilized a reincarnation
the powerful will never understand.

They Marched

By Neil Hoffmann

They Marched in tens.
They Marched in hundreds.
They Marched in thousands.


They Marched in tens and hundreds of thousands.
Millions marching.

From Maine to California they marched.
From Florida to Alaska they marched.
From Texas to Minnesota they marched.
In towns and great cities they marched.
Across the land they marched.


Photo Op

Bret Stephen’s summation of Trump’s inversion
of Abraham Lincoln’s 2nd Inaugural Address
By Moristotle

The President of the United States
threatens military troops to quell unrest
How can this man be President,
this devil child playing at toy soldiers with real ones,
playing at war against citizens equal under the law?
He used police to clear the way for a photo op
Men with guns emptied the square with bangs and flashes and gas
They broke the crowd in pieces

Dream Deferred

By Moristotle

George Floyd died with a police officer’s boot on his neck in Minneapolis
Before him, it was Breonna Taylor, shot dead in her Louisville apartment
Before her, it was Botham Jean, shot in his Dallas apartment
Before him, it was Philando Castile, shot five times at close range in his car in a suburb of St. Paul, Minnesota
One day before him, it was Alton Sterling, shot at close range on the ground in Baton Rouge