Lost sons Of the Hills.

Lines of anguish
etched her Beautiful
dark chocolate face
Tears of Pain
roll down her sunken cheeks
telling a tale of many
She starred at his lifeless body
As her mind wanders
to a time before
Boom boom Pow
The shots rang out
Her worst nightmare
comes to life
Could he have been saved?
In the day, he walks
with a swagger
At night,' He "limes" on the block
They decided his future
Before his voice cracked
This is so far, you can go
He was told, and he believed
The three quatre pants
and a brand name jersey
Are his trade mark threads
On his feet, a Nike Air Sneakers
In his Head, not a Clue
Who he is
The Streets of Port of Spain
are Soaked with his blood
The Hills of Laventille
Howl all Night
Who sold their Souls
Souls of our sons
Can a Mother's love alone
show him
the way Home
As death constantly
trail his path.

City of Port of Spain