Henry Nowak

Looks at his hands
As white as snow
“I have been stabbed
I can’t breathe”
As you know
Please get an ambulance
I need to be
Treated I am dying
So please help me

Look at the cops hands
In blue gloves they be
Look at her nails
Artificially
Why is she wearing them
It isn’t fair
A dying man.
Crying he still aware

A mouth full of blood
Life slipping away
That was the moment
That was the day

The Sikhs telling lies
No handcuffs at all
Henry was hearing his rights read
Their call

He slipped into spirit
Sold off to those
Lefties and others

As the anger grows

Shut down conversation
Mantras of care
Dynamic decisions