I CAN'T BREATHE by Charles David

I'm a blackburn warbler among you,

Singing quietly for safety in the edge,

Life's gift may not bevel and waste,

By the sidewalk of the city streets,

Let the evil tidings delight to devour,

In absence of good morals and vigor,

We pray for peace and wish it endure,

Respect and create peace that's equal,

I'll struggle to pull by every light break,

Say my prayers and go fainthearted,

To till and seize the rocks with my teeth,

Dance out natively and hold spirituality,

That's how the black is simply made,

Golden family of Sub-Saharan Africa,

Worn sign of resentment and wade,

Brothers of African spirit that matter,

We petition the dark nights to be over,

And treats of races and people unequal,

Less there'll be no more people to cover,

When the black and brown is to the wall,

The shallow breathe and fretful sleeps,

Systems that patronise classes of race,

Homeowners driving em' into foreclosure,

And public enforced restraints to outspace,

I can't breath, cuffed and choked held,

Behind bars and attainted by bay streets,

Out of decorum and induct suitable justice,

With intrinsic race prejudice, I won't breath.

#All_Lives_Matters

#Black_Lives_Matter

12th June, 2020.

Charles David's Artistry