George Floyd

Warning: violent actions and death is described.

One upon a time, there was a man named George Floyd.
He moved to Minneapolis, parting from long time friends and family.
Not long ago, he was suspected of foregry, a non-violent crime,
and was arrested by two white officers.
But its more complicated then that.
When the white officers asked him about foregry and he risisted, 
they attacked him, and one officer held his knee onto his neck while the other confronted the growing crowd.
"Please, I can't breathe," George gasps.
The officer ignores his pleas.
The growing crowd shouts,
telling the white officers to give him mercy,
to check his pulse.
They do not comply.
After several minutes, 
George looses consciousness.
The officer does not take his knee off this innocent man's neck.


After 7 minutes of being pined to the ground,
The officer on his neck finally relented.
George was dead,
his airpassage in his neck blocked,
so he couldn't breathe. 


I don't know why these officers chose to kill an innocent,
I don't know how someone can possibly be that terrible. 

Later, a picture was realised of the same man who was pinning George down,
wearing a "Make whites great again" baseball cap.

Spread the word, 
rise up,
protest for George.
Protest for those who don't have a voice,
for those who have died the same way George has.
Because he is not the only one.

Disclaimer: This is the version of the story I heard.