"I Can't Breathe!"
Wait...
You didn't hear me.
And, I didn't smell your fear.
You couldn't feel my anger.
Neither could we taste the poison.
Didn't see this coming.
And it makes no sense.
He couldn't breathe.
But, did we hear him?
And, what did we just see?
And, how are we supposed to feel?
Something's rotten...
There's that stench again...
The bitter taste of...
Strange fruit.
And it makes no sense.