By: Cedric McClester

He was slaughtered
Like a sheep
Now he's laid down
So he can sleep
He’s onward bound
So don’t cha weep
Just dig his grave
Six feet deep

His time on earth
May have been short
Before the fuselage
Was caught
Let’s hope his life
Wasn’t for naught
And there’s a lesson
To be taught

Violence caught him
Oh so young
And it cannot
Be undone
I hope he had
A little fun
Before the end
Of his run

Every life
Has a season
His was taken
Without good reason
He was dead before
He got his keys in
His car’s ignition
Because of treason



























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