‘I can't breathe' - the gasping,
dying moment of Floyd, his neck
pinned down by a white knee.
The anger at the banal cruelty
triggering a rallying cry of protests
resounds as a countervailing force.
It transforms the global outrage
into a spontaneous clarion call
resonating: ‘Black lives matter'.
Yes, they matter inseparably.
All colours: white, brown, black,
are mixed on life's palette.
The creator dipping his brush
paints the rainbow of humanity
binding, uniting, flowering.
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