No Matter A Man Or Woman's Colour Poem by Mark Heathcote

Televise the injustice of a man pleading for help,
and it's if we-too-have-also took a step back.
Eyes bat away like guilty culprits somehow impaired;
hand on heart-it's-eerie watching a man die point-blank.

Black lives matter, Lord, deliver justice-for-all
no matter a man or woman's colour, let no-man-fall
as did George, as did George Floyd this way again;
Lord, it's what we pray merciful Lord today.

Seconds tick—a lamb cries - I can't breathe, I can't breathe
officers "don't, don't kneel on any man's neck again."
Shouting, shouting, listen, "please, please, please", I cannot breathe
shouting "please" …while-onlookers plead, also shout in vain.

Seconds tick—and a voice dissipates like a-foghorn
time stands still as the world watches on with bated breath,
leaving an entire nation now to reflect and mourn
feelings of shared guilt, shock, a kind of mass, coalesce-

voices that—black lives matter, Lord, deliver justice-for-all
no matter a man or woman's colour let no-man-fall
as did George, as did George Floyd this way again;
Lord, it's what we pray merciful Lord today.
Let every soul on earth corroborate-calibrate today,
so-this-awful kind of injustice never happens, again.

Lord, deliver justice for-all
no matter a man or woman's colour let no-man-fall
this way again Lord, Lord, deliver justice-for-all
fair justice—as we're all sinners one and all after all.