Routine patrol,
colour in cuffs.
Why to asphalt,
intimidate bluffs?
Why the knee?
Please be over.
Memory triggers,
of past horror.
“I can’t breathe.”
A dying cry.
Why the knee?
Death draws nigh.
Life flows out,
now body limp.
Rolled over limbs,
scratch pavement.
The world shouts,
oppression’s here!!!
How many more bouts,
remains unclear.
To God we pray,
for justice come.
That reform today,
humane become.
We take pause,
and for family pray.
Lament and cry,
night and day.
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About the Author
Corey Porter
Corey Porter writes creative content for university students on multiple digital domains. His voice has been tempered by twenty four years of ministry experience, both as student and staff. His personal life is kept full serving his wife Peggy and three children in Vancouver. He enjoys sport, art and collectibles.
