For nine minutes you pressed
your knee into his neck,
squeezing out the last
of his dignity and respect.
You chose to ignore
the bystanders concern,
believing this is the only way
these people learn.
“I can’t breathe”
he cried out in distress.
He could not breathe
but you could not care any less.
Did you feel like a big man
as you held him down,
you had a badge and a gun,
you were the law of this town.
After he passed out
you did not loosen your hold,
for you were the master
and he would do as he was told.
One week later
and your country is on fire,
people have had enough of
the bullshitters and liars.
You murdered one man
that fateful day
but he has a family of millions
who will now have their say.
No doubt your lawyers will attempt to
free you on a technicality,
they will fail for the whole world
has witnessed the results of your brutality.
The 50 year old poet 