"The Brave Last Stand": Face That Launched A Thousand Protests

And then there was George Floyd the brave last stand

Face down on pavement, hands behind back, cuffed

Witness, aghast, 'What's your fellow man done?'

Armed and a pack but forgot they've a heart

One kneels on his neck like it's there to nest
Bones writhe, mouth gape open in throttled breath

Deep guttural yowling cries neatly tucked

'Ecce homo', God not one more less plucked

Harsh and alone, groans, whimpers to one's own

Hoping one kindly soul would hear, listen
To poor man's soul roaring, begging, crying

'Am I so wrong so they can have the bone?'


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No one can imagine, it's happening

But contemplate being George. Who is he?

A man who bleeds or weeps like you and me
The child, a mother's love once had smothered

Eyes, throat, lungs, shin bones... feel them, do they hurt?

Brutal, vicious to pretend unbothered
‘I cannot breathe, please, Mama, please,' he prays

She that bore him once in a womb's embrace
Body prays, stiff unbridles surrenders
Earth's tender gut hugs deep to her bosom

Air, blood choke to hush... free like a Blackbird's
Song bellows out of this cage... pitch-black night.

by Fr JM Manzano SJ (Style mimics Poet Seamus Heaney's St Kevin and The Blackbird)

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THE FACE THAT LAUNCHED A THOUSAND PROTESTS (source: https://8thworker.blogspot.com) And then there was George Floyd the brave last stand Face down on pavement, hands behind back, cuffed Witness, aghast, 'What's the poor fellow done?' Armed and a pack but forgot they have heart One kneels on his neck like it's there to nest Bones writhe, mouth gape open in throttled breath Deep guttural harmless cries neatly tucked 'Ecce homo', God not one more less plucked Harsh and alone, whimpers to one's own, 'Breathe' Hoping one kindly soul would hear, listen To poor man's soul pressing, begging, crying 'Am I so wrong so one can have the right?' * No one can imagine, it's happening But contemplate being George. Who is he? A man who bleeds or weeps like you and me The child, a mother's love once had smothered Feel his eyes, throat, lungs, shin bones... Do they hurt? Brutal, vicious to pretend unbothered ‘I CANNOT BREATHE, PLEASE, MAMA, PLEASE,' he prays She that bore him once in a womb's embrace Body prays, stiff, surrenders entirely Earth's tender gut hugs deep to her bosom Air, blood choke to hush... free like a Blackbird's Song... bellows out of this cage... pitch-black night. /By Fr. JM Manzano, SJ (Style mimics Poet Seamus Heaney's St. Kevin and The Blackbird)

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