George Floyd

In the land of honey

The rich make money

While poor cry out on the street

And they try to silence

The pleas with violence

Proclaim it's in the name of peace

While the news reporter demands for order

The crowd watched him struggle to breathe

From the high tower, the man in power

Insists we protect property

In the land of freedom

The people seldom

Reap their born liberty

For a person’s color

Dictates how others

Dictate how their life oughta be

While the privileged mutter on headline covers

The crowd asks the police

How can you expect us to think you protect us?

You murdered him in front of me

In the land of glory, the top page story

Resembles 1963

And the man in power

Says wait for your hour

But still I believe in that dream

As the people riot, they try to keep quiet

The screams spilling onto the street

But the cry for justice is louder than all of us

And we'll fight as long as we need

In the land of sugar

A person's murders

Is called brutality

And George’s brother

Cries out with his mother

As bodies pour over the scene

The flames grew higher as shops caught fire

And troops gripped their death machines

But you can't stop us 'til every one of us

Can live in true equality