Standing, wondering what is real
This must be a nightmare
Reality can’t be this cruel
Big brother walks by
Places two talles in his little brother’s hands
One for you, one for me
Save mine for when I get there
He bows his head
Wipes his tears
Gangsters don’t cry
Mama forces herself up
Rain drops from her eyes
For her fallen son
Mi hijo, mi nino
Dios por que?
It’s sister’s turn now
There is no point
No goodbyes here
He’s no longer here.
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