George
I watched your meek surrender
Pinned to the ground by a lethal knee
I heard your wrenching plea
“I cannot breathe, I cannot breathe”
Your eyes crying for signs of heaven’s grace
Though now your tongue is mute
I can still hear your voice
Resounding from a place
Where skin is tinted with hue of love
A gentle soul is not consumed by hate
Fear does not ordain the human fate
I see you still
Your knee in prayer bent
\"May the oppressors own their brutal deeds
That trampled human rights and dignity
May peace fill wounded hearts of those who pine
Who never saw the light of justice shine
I see your face, I hear your cry
\"May repentance by forgiveness be redeemed
All hearts be healed, the present be made whole”
On that prayer America’s destiny will lie
Only as maid of justice can she live
Soulless she will die