Cassiano - The poetry is born

Another murder
In the neighborhood of Garden of roses.
It was a teenager
Colleague of school
The reason, the truth
In some not known.
It was in cold blood,
Two pivetes and a rifle.
The blood falling
The crowd combined.
The next day many people followed
Some cried And others were serious
Some were friends
Other known.
Those who laughed,
Absolutely nothing views
They were not the family
Much less a friend.
Rebel without a Cause
Adolescents liars
They dying every day
Thousands of young people without life
Their mind is already empty

(December 1996)