He could not breathe. Without the literal knee on their necks, there are still so many others that are constricted. Held down. They are barely breathing.
Injustice passes by some of us as words and pictures and videos.
For many others, injustice curls around them,
tangled at their feet, halting progress
clenched around their hearts—a heavy, persistent weight
wrapped at their necks, halting life.
Who are we to let it pass us by
Who are we to allow it to happen to others