Tag Archives: Protest

Poem: Mr. George Floyd

5/25/20  I Wonder  What was in his mind when he woke up that morning?  I Wonder  What was in his mind when he climbed out of bed that morning?  I Wonder  What was in his mind when he washed his face and brushed his teeth that morning?  I Wonder  What was he thinking when he ate his breakfast that morning?  Read More Read More »

Rodney King to George Floyd

This great nation under one beautiful law sometimes reminds me of a dog startled by one of its own farts. The dog wheels around but can’t comprehend what  happened much less why. Then it shrugs off  the perturbation and moves on — until the next time. So here we go again, frantically searching for the source of our self-generated flatulence. Read More Read More »