George Floyd Poem by Angela Brown

Everyday is a eulogy on race
Every hour we face fear,
as we pray and cope...
Another pale day we face, our race
Word have become a cold mystery of fate
Words now hide behind its meaning
Dreams hide behind a cloud of mist
Brewed by the water boiling over
Every word lived is not promised
Every word tasted is savored
Words have become ideas
That emanated mixed feeling of bondage
Hidden words lie behind faux meaning
Words lost in meaning fading afar
Invisible to reason
My last words act freely
Time is darkness that feeds an addiction
To be loved and cared
Beyond my last request
Beyond this long journey
It is the hand that feeds my strength to carry on
It is the hand that has slain the star of death
Everyday is a eulogy of race
Asking God to free our lost souls
With the wisdom to know better
With the heart to preach love
Everyday is a eulogy on race
Every hour we face fear as we pray and cope another pale day
Words have become a cold mystery
Words lost hide behind meaning
Dreams hide behind a cloud of menagerie
That drift and disappear in fear
Every word lived is not what it seems
Every word is borrowed time
Words are ideas alive
As you feel them finding
Hiding secrets behind the lies
Invisible to reason
My last words hold my fate
Having lost all meaning
Time is the dark that feeds
Behind your last request
That feeds the slane star of death