I can't breathe.

The year of 2014,

New York is suffocating under its own foundation,

Chants and hymns rumble under the hustle and bustle,

United Yankees under the banner,

Singing in unison “I can’t breathe”,

Warm bodies fill the streets,

Blanketing the cold harshness of the truth,

As the cold bodies of children and parents alike,

Litter the pavement, covered up in newspaper print,

Front page terrorism on the home front in bold,

Muffled screams behind a CAPSLOCKED chokehold,

Backyard politics delegating which slab of meat gets the better end of the weighing scale,

Dark or light,

A mystery in brutality,

The legality of illegal measures taken as,

200 years of violence, silenced.