In addition to my son being murdered, there continued to be senseless killings in our city and every time I heard of another killing, it sickened me to the point of releasing my feelings in this poem.

When Will the Killing End?

Another night of violence; another young life ends.
Another family crying; another vigil to attend.
Our sons are quickly dying, taken from us way to soon.
Their bodies being littered under twilight of the moon.
I hear a mother crying; sounds like thunder in my ears.
Oh how I wish I could comfort, and wipe away her tears.
Though her face I cannot see and her name remains unknown,
I find the need to let her know that she is not alone.
I feel a deep connection from the bottom of my soul,
For the pain she feels I also feel; my heart still bears the hole.
Our families have been broken, our spirits even more.
For we have lost our loved ones; the ones we so adored.
Can we ever find that happy place where we used to be?
Before young boys with guns and drugs attacked our city streets?
Do the colors that he’s wearing make you want to take his life?
Or are you simply angry and cannot deal with family strife?
Do you have a burning desire to feel the love our loved ones knew?
Where are your family values? Guess that’s missing in your life too!
Is the gang you’re in your haven? Does it take away your pain?
Does it make you feel significant? Is it your personal domain?
What can be done to end this war? When will the killing end?
We’re in a quandary, what can we do? All rational thoughts transcend.
It’s time to stop the violence; the shootings have to cease.
We have to learn to love one another and try to live in Peace.
Young men out there who find the need for a weapon to conceal,
Before you pull that trigger remember that body may never heal.
Life is a precious gift, given from the Lord above,
He gave us life to show us of his unfailing, undying love.
He died for us upon the cross and gave his only son,
That we will have the tree of life; He died and said, “It’s done”.
So stop the drugs and the killing and put the guns away,
Be smart learn to walk away to live another day.

“This is the day that the Lord has made;
Let us rejoice and be glad in it.”
Psalm 118: 23-25