“Wake Up George”
By: Avima’el Addi Yahudah
Wake up George,
Get up off the ground.
Nothing formed,
Can keep a black man down.
Wake up George,
Free your God given mind,
Nothing's wrong with the system,
It’s working just fucking fine.
Working against those who look like you & me,
Part of their grandiose design,
Having white hoods infiltrate & take over,
The Thin Blue Line.
Wake up George.....the world is watching.
Dedicated to George Floyd ,
The Man Who Stopped Breathing
Before He Could Stop
Police Brutality.
About the Creator
Avimael Yahudah
Jacksonville, Florida by way of South Central Los Angeles. Avid writer and thinker. My teachers said I'm always daydreaming, with my head in the clouds, imaging a solution to the none existent problem....that we call life.
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