EIGHT MINUTES FORTY SIX SECONDS

If nothing goes to touch the bamboo
No sound will tamper with the silence ears enjoy
If none commits a taboo
Nothing will force many to break a peaceful joy
We’re here because of the parading fear
Of the eight minutes forty six seconds
…on minority minds
We’re here because of the exploring fears
Of eight minutes forty six seconds
…on majority-made-minority-on-own-land’s
…minds
We’re here
Where fears of supremacists rage fire, smoking them out of their disgusting holes
We’re here
Where stores of the uncaring suffer looting
We’re here
Where hearts are risking collapses
…from Corona
We’re here
Where the existence of law enforcement
…is under questioning and scrutiny
We’re here
Where America is on its knees in a middle of a pandemic
We’re here
Where a Potus hides in a bunker
All thanks to the eight minutes forty six seconds knee suffocation

II
The location doesn’t matter
The vocation has rained terror to fill its fear drums
…and has pushed this occasion to bed
Forcing all suffering to speak in the gruesome killing of Floyd
An imperfect perfection whose reform evidently
…made him a submissive
One who acted lamb to be murdered
…to make a statement
That Black Lives need awakening
…because Black Lives Matter
…too
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 12, 2020