There are spirits
That do not walk gently
In the the arms of the night
They put up a fight
They call down fire
There are spirits
That don't walk mutely
Into the heart of darkness
Without a fight

Floyd is a spirit

I can't breath
I can't breath
Were his prophecies
And now the world
That watched in silence
When the moronic
Law enforcer
Enforced his breath
To the grave
Woke from sonambolism
Leaving trails of smoke
Fire
Storm
Tears
Blood

Stones smashing
Into glasses
Screens
Screeming of men
Screeching of tyres
Booming of guns
Canon
Projectiles

But the iron will
Of free men
Remains unbroken
As the spirit of Floyd
Hovers above the debris
With a smile
A smile

Now is his blood avenged
Now is his breath
Back to base

This fire burning
Houses smoking
Cars broken
Shops looted
Are the sacrifice
To appease the wondering spirit


2020

Akwu.. please bcOz, of God. Kindly, teach me how to write sTuFFz lyyyyk dis. ABeG!


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