Watch­ing the flower-be­decked corset car­ry­ing George Floyd, to­wards his fi­nal rest­ing place, close to his mother, in Hous­ton, with nearly 6000 good souls of fam­ily, friends and strangers in at­ten­dance, young artist Gurleen Kaur, moved and pained at the cru­elty, was scream­ing a wa­ter­colour paint­ing ‘We can’t breathe’. World Sikh News pre­sents this po­etic trib­ute to a man, who in his death, filmed by a bold by­stander has the po­ten­tial to change the race equa­tion in the United States of Amer­ica, nay the world.

WHILE THE ORIG­I­NAL IDEA WAS TO PAINT GEORGE FLOYD, but I found  hope in the pic­ture and video where an uniden­ti­fied Hous­ton cop com­forts 5-year-old Si­mone, who was on the streets with her par­ents to a protest against bar­baric pub­lic ex­e­cu­tion of the fam­ily man George Floyd and asks him, “Are you gonna shoot us?”

The cop kneeled down and pro­vided a lov­ing hug to the child and said, “We’re here to pro­tect you. We’re not here to hurt you at all. OK? You can protest, you can party -you can do what­ever you want. Just don’t break noth­ing.”

This told me that all is not lost and maybe when the daugh­ter of George Floyd grows up, the United States will be a dif­fer­ent world and she will be able to carry on her foot­baller fa­ther’s dream, “I want to touch the world.”

Dur­ing the protest in Hous­ton yes­ter­day one of the po­lice of­fi­cers no­ticed my daugh­ter cry­ing. She asked him “Are you gonna shoot us” he got down on one knee wrapped his arm around her and re­sponded: pic.twit­ter.com/​gQWF7HM­f3l

— Sime­onB (@iam­sime­onb) June 3, 2020

This is a po­etic trib­ute to George Floyd and a thank you to the uniden­ti­fied po­lice of­fi­cer who com­forted Si­mone:

Cop from my van­tage

Cop from my van­tage
Turned upon the cop from Floy­d’s van­tage
Who dreamed of touch­ing the world in his teenage
Pinned to the ground, ask­ing air in im­po­tence
When no one was of ad­van­tage
As he could­n’t cam­ou­flage
And be­come the one from the cop’s race.
Cop from my van­tage
Was in the 9-minute cov­er­age
Is that why,
Ques­tion, a young mind made
Was not at all strange
‘Are you gonna shoot us? ‘
Un­fore­seen, the an­swer to be a hug
And the im­pact his words made
Trans­formed the van­tage.
Re­minded me of the old adage
‘All the fin­gers are not the same.’