Why

Why do you leave my heart aching because you have killed my child and you have no worries about what you have done?  You leave a child without a dad a mother without a son and a father without his boy.

Why do you leave my soul with an empty space I know my child was no saint.  But do you have no worries about what you have done.  You leave a grandparent without a grandchild, an uncle without a nephew, and a boy without his favorite cousin. Do you know the pain that you have caused?

Why do you leave my mind in a horrible state I know my son life was in the streets.  But do you have no worries about what you have done you leave a sister without her brother, an aunt with a nephew, and a man without his sibling.  Who gives you the right to choose his fate?

Why do you leave an ache in the pit of my stomach I know my son may have been doing wrong. But do you have no worries about what you have done.  You leave a woman without her man, you leave a homie without his friend, and you leave this world with one less black man. Why?