Ode To George Poem by Mark Meck

It is a sin being born black
Worse to grow and walk the streets of Minneapolis
It is a sin unforgiven son
Every blackman's crime is a death crime

You're the crime the police stand against
Your dark skin, robust stature and resilience
Remnant of slavery you are, you stand tall, walk tall
Today a victim of racialism, you foster equality

Across the world's length and its breadth
A sin will be sanctified by this strangled breath
On these streets and its system son
You can't breathe till this sin is scorned

Bells will chime in time for this crime
That holds as death every blackman's need
And as one the world will stand indeed
To halt the crime of being born black!
Oh, George!