A young man gone before his time.
Got called home in his prime.
Lived the life of a struggling man,
Everyday passed without a plan.
It's hard to see my brothers mourning,
Hit by the loss of a friend without warning.
No need to ask the question, why?
But, who will hear his mother's cry?
Another Black man being put to rest,
Before given the opportunity to show the world his best!
This is just happening way too often.
Our Black men in jails or laying in coffins!
It's sad, you see, when you can't be the best you can be,
Being forced to walk in the life of poverty.
Another fellow man has to sow what he reaped,
While his loved ones souls mourns and weeps.
In Loving Memory of Carlos Williams