(This is an unusual post for me. But it felt necessary.)
They didn’t need a gun to kill George Floyd.
Just a knee on the neck, + gravity + time…
the centuries of oppression,
until a man can’t breathe.
Hold still. Don’t resist.
You’ve done wrong. You must pay.
But no trial of proof given,
no jury to convict.
Just a knee on the neck,
the weight of fear + contempt
pushing down through time
so a man can’t breathe.
They didn’t need oppression to stop their march for justice.
Just some distraction
will break apart the panes of memory,
shattering through time…
and the frenzied fire of greed forsakes
the ever-gasping need
of a man who can’t breathe.
Mothers on their knees
not to prey
— brokenhearted, burnt by rage —
the sufferings of centuries
push down upon their souls…
the need is great as air
and the hope won’t be abandoned
that the good in all will rise
to cast off the weight of hate
… so a man can breathe.
(On the First Friday of June 2020, I had intended to share something for the Sacred Heart of Jesus.
But maybe I did?)
© 2020 Christina Chase
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Although crippled by disease, I'm fully alive in love. I write about the terrible beauty and sacred wonder of life, while living with physical disability and severe dependency. A revert to the Catholic faith through atheism, I'm not afraid to ask life's big questions. I explore what it means to be fully human through my weekly blog and have written a book: It's Good to Be Here, published by Sophia Institute Press.
This touched my very soul……and took me to the saddest part of my heart. Everyone should read this, and then follow with a prayer for humanity. And a prayer of thanks for creating you and your remarkable gift, Christina….