Relentless
Standing, holding,
Swinging the blade,
Cutting, molding,
A legend is made
Wind around,
It swirls, it chops,
As they cut him down,
He begs?he stops
Falls too his knee?s,
Each blade falls to their side,
He cries, he pleads
Some time to bide.
Talking, crying,
He holds his chest.
Sheathing the swords, sighing,
They think, now we can rest.
Closes his eyes,
They stand, they stare,
His breath, it dies,
He?s out of air.
Stagnate and red,
Held in a case,
They know that he?s dead,
Wishing he?d been born, part of another race.
Lets be part of the fight against racism