Dr Idrice Goomany Treatment Centre
For a fake twenty-dollar bank note
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.
He was thrown on the ground
His fall produced such a sound
That echoed the whole world around
He felt the weight of a heavy knee
On his defenceless 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 had to contemplate
While the black man kept saying,
While the black man kept imploring:
“I cannot breathe,
I cannot breathe”
He begged in a desperate whisper:
“I cannot breathe,
I cannot breathe”
He begged in his last prayer:
“I cannot breathe,
I cannot breathe”
In an ultimate effort 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”
He begged for freedom
He inherited martyrdom
10.6.2020