Dreams shattered, due bullet through the heart
Branding her existence with a kiss
Gone, are the moments spent at Momma Sarah’s feet
Humming the 23rd number of Pslam over the dead body of a young dove
Wiping her tears on the stars above
Asking the Lord Why?because their conversation is so strong
Envious of her ways, we all take note
When will the violence end?
Engulfing our communities with images of death
Taking, for granted the struggle
Momma Sarah, fought for the right to be free
Still black on black crime plagues our communities
Her strength felt, as the cares of this life take over