George Floyd

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

We saw how bad
the killing is
in this country.
 
But the many more
we did not see —
children, women, and men
in far away, hidden places,
unknown towns,
and mud-filled swamps.
 
No one recorded
their cries for help.
Their blood
has filled our land —
up to the withers of our horses,
touching the white wings
of angels.

7 Comments

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7 responses to “George Floyd

  1. These are powerful lines Ethel, and beautifully expressed. They were needed.

  2. Phoebe Wood

    I wish everyone could understand Nana, this is so beautifully written and so Important…

  3. Yes, it is important. Nana

  4. A terrible stain on a country’s (or humanity’s) copy book.

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