George Floyd
The war isn't won.
Can you see it all,
The colors of mankind
The truth is hidden there,
The truth of you and I
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Ignore his pleading, divert your eyes,
Pretend you can’t see color, continue to stand by
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Can you see it all,
Do you fear he will die
I’ll never forget,
Mama is what he cried
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They said it was awful,
That things needed to change,
But nothing is different,
They’ve stopped saying his name
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Can you see it all,
That the war isn’t won,
Mothers are still burying their daughters and sons
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We must do better; both you and I
It starts with seeing colors
It’s time to open our eyes
About the Creator
Cameron Scott
Finalist in Vocal + Fiction Short Stories | The Pear Tree Court
YA Fantasy Author.
The Conscript, 2025.
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