RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GEORGE FLOYD SERIES
How many tears?
How many times must we bear witness?
How many tears must we cry?
How much sorrow must we endure?
How many souls must die?
As we depart the days of winter
And breathe the freshness of spring
It is a time of revival and rebirth
When the robins and angels sing
Yet the time of mourning still lingers
The wail of the nightingale’s song
The executioner’s gaze still haunts us
With the dead of society’s wrong
It seems we will never learn
As it happens again and again
The nightmares of history repeated
The horrors that have always been
So how much blood must flow?
How many tears must we cry
Before we learn beyond knowing
That too many people have died?
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