What a Wonderful World

As the clock struck 11:59 pm on May 29th, 2020, my heart sank as I spent the last hour glued to my TV screen, witnessing the chaos that had engulfed the United States. Cities like Minneapolis, Louisville, Atlanta, La, Chicago, and Indianapolis were ablaze with protests, fuelled by an unfathomable anger towards the repeated injustices faced by the black community. The spark that ignited this powder keg of fury was the brutal murder of George Floyd at the hands of an inhumane cop. It was a death devoid of mercy or compassion.

Early this month, another murder of an innocent person was caught on video. Another black man. But this time, it was done at the hands of two civilians who believed because of their white flesh, they had the right to take a person’s life. I would ask what gave them the right to kill Ahmaud Arbery, but then I am reminded of their ancestors doing the same with the indigenous people of Amerikkka. Same story, different generation.
Minorities and people with compassionate hearts who can’t stand the sight of injustices are sick and tired of it. They are fighting back. Taking over the streets and demanding justice. Demanding peace. Demanding to be treated with decency and respect. Shaking and burning up the world to have their demands heard.

I can’t say that Trump’s presidency started all of this. Wars on race, social class, religion, etc. have always been prevalent in our history. But watching the news that is broadcasting protests all over the country and streaming live footage of downtown Indianapolis with destroyed buildings, I can’t help to think that this country is breaking apart because of the president’s greed, selfishness, and indifference to humanity. And some people followed his morals.

I am in shock. Unable to speak yet with a need to express. I am fucking sad.
Sad for the murders of innocent people all over the world. Sad for the people protesting the exploitation they face from the elite because of their differences. Sad for the footage of the wars all over the country with police force of arrest and tear gas, and civilian destruction of buildings and fires.

It makes me weep.

I’m sure it makes Mother Earth, God, Creator, whatever your preference is, weep.
I think of waking up tomorrow to the repercussions of these protests. I wonder how the world will carry on after this. I wonder how I will feel knowing that yesterday, I was alive during a very historic moment. People will write songs about today. Make art, movies, and expressions of how the people demanded their justice. As time goes by, I’m sure I will be looking back thinking Woah, what a time it was to be alive. Because days like today create revolutions.

However, at the moment I feel down. It was a sad day.

And funny to think, I woke up in the morning listening to What a Wonderful World.