Hey Jimmy, what is your story?
Was your death private or gory?
Why did you decide to die?
What was the pain & what was the lie? .
I see you were only twenty five
When you chose to kill your life
Where red dirt roads and wheat fields kiss
You chose to show the world your fist.
Your pain was greater than your assets
And idealic life from country aspect
Was Tottenham life not good enough?
That caused your end to be so rough? .
And though you lived in a prosperous state
couldn't you talk to your closest mate?
Your body here may still remain
I hope it brings a positive change.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem