• My tears roll down.
    As I look at him on the ground.
    I was so scared.
    Someone had killed him.
    They took him away from our family.
    I couldn't just let them get away.
    I would get them someday.
    He meant alot to this family.
    And someone was rude enough to take him out of our world.
    My cousin is dead and i am mad.
    Nobody is gonna kill my cousin and get away.
    It is my duty to get whoever did this.
    I sit and look at his cold body.
    It was cold and very white.
    He didnt have any color.
    The blood was running out of his mouth.
    He had his head bashed in.
    THen I flipped him over.
    He had a gunshot wound.
    And in his hand he held a picture.
    A picture of his mom, me and him.
    I cried so hard.
    I was so mad.
    Im gonna get who killed him.

    (Written For Daniel Manuel Abrego.)