This goes out to my brother's in the sky,
I would like to say hi.
I hope you're doing fine
Because we can't talk until it's time
To my first brother, you died as a baby
But that doesn't mean we can't talk daily.
To my my high school brother, you died in a terrible crash.
When I heard the news, the world had gone by too fast
To my last brother in the sky, you died in a drive-by.
I'm upset that you're gone,
But the only question I want to know is WHY?
Why did all my older brothers fly to the sky?
Flew to the sky at such a young age.
One as an infant, he didn't even get his first meal.
One fell asleep behind the wheel,
When I heard that, I thought it wasn't real.
And one was just outside his house,
It was quiet as a mouse.
Then out of nowhere you heard gunshots
So all and all, to my brother's in the sky,
Hopefully we will all be able to talk when I fly to the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem