PROLOGUE

 

It was a win-lose deal

A Black man was deprived of his right for appeal

His life a self-proclaimed executioner did seal

In an almost nine-minute ordeal.

 

THE BIG BLACK BEGGAR

 

For a fake twenty-dollar banknote

He was arrested by a police officer

Whom he called by the name of “Sir”.

The officer soon did vote

For the Black man’s death penalty

Yet the Black man never pleaded guilty.

Yet the Black man never pleaded not guilty.

He was thrown on the ground

His fall gave rise to a startling sad sound

That resonated the whole world around.

He felt the weight of a heavy knee

On his big black body

He gasped for free fresh air

He begged in despair:

“I cannot breathe”

“I cannot breathe”.

Black was his skin

That was his unforgivable sin

The executioner knew no pity

While the Black man begged for mercy

“I cannot breathe”.

The passers-by watched the scene

They could not intervene

Else they would meet the same fate

The execution they only could contemplate

While the black man kept saying,

While the black man kept imploring:

“I cannot breathe,

I cannot breathe”.

He begged in a desperate and final whisper:

“I cannot breathe,

I cannot breathe”

He begged in a desperate and last prayer:

“I cannot breathe,

I cannot breathe”

In a desperate and ultimate attempt, he did utter:

“I cannot breathe,

I cannot breathe”.

His eyes will see no more

The bright days of summer

Nor the cold nights of winter

He will supplicate no more:

“I cannot breathe”.

 

EPILOGUE

 

He begged for freedom

He inherited martyrdom.

 

Norman TAMBANIVOUL

Dr Idrice Goomany Treatment Centre