We are
But one
One heart
One soul
And when
One goes
Missing we
Seek to
Find them
Is it
A surprise
Then when
One is
Ripped from
Existence by
Another that
We don’t
Seek a
Voice to
Sound our
Pain do
Not prides
Of lions
Mourn their
Loss are
We different
From them
Thank you
George for
Your sacrifice
A man
A name
A meaning
A representation
A time
A cause
A reason
A voice
A chaos
And yet
Just a
Man a
Man that
Died because
He was
Black in
A white
World a
Voiceless man
Begging to
Breathe begging
For his
Momma a
Man knowing
He would
Die but
At the
Hands of
An oath
To serve
And protect
Serve whom
Protect what
We have
Failed in
This oath
America we
Have failed
And the
People erupted
Their hearts
Bled lava
It poured
Forth and
Burned cities
And homes
And even
It’s decimation
Doesn’t compare
To ages
Of tyranny
And oppression
What it
Can is
Free our
Souls to
Unite us
As one
Human race
A friend
In the
Form of
A bird
Greeted me
Today she
Sang a
Song I’d
Long forgotten
It’s you
She sang
It’s you
You and
Your words
That sing
Mine are
Simply calls
But yours
Yours are
Here to
Let others
Sing theirs
Some say
A crutch
Is a
Weakness a
Lean-to a
Support no
It isn’t
It is
Defiance an
Acceptance that
In life
Things fail
Us and
Only the
Strong admit
Stand up
And continue
On always
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 