Dont Cry For Me Poem by david guevara

he said dont dont every cry for me
the streets decided to feed him with shells
im sad because all i heard were church bells
and then i saw you drop
holding you i kept hearing
pop pop pop
so i fled
covored in red
then i got home thinking why should i be bad to the bone
just to get shot up?
so i got up
no need for death
so i said no more
because there was nothing left to say
my head is still fresh with that memory