I Can't Breathe
I Can’t Breathe
The brightest black neck Under the filthiest white knee For some reason, he can’t fly Like a butterfly and sting like a bee A lone, bare bee against Four armed, mean wasps ‘I can’t breathe’ was uttered Through hopeless gasps Creatures of the jungle witnessed The darkest silence of the white The vile brutality of The shameless racist white police And the world just watched The black bee’s longest plight The injustice, the disgrace, The abuse, the malice Oh, the lonely, the unfortunate black bee! On the soothing floor of Sultan Ahmet, I shall pray for all the black bees in thee On the breezy slopes of the Tauruses, I shall breathe for thee İdris Esen, 31 May, 2020, İstanbul |