I believe the tone is kind of sad. The mood the author wanted to make was sadness. He wanted you to image him when he was younger. (i hope this helped)
Here's the thing volleyball is my life I play it everyday after schol with some friends and other people you can't just ask people to help you make a poem for it, you should just feel it and come up with on your own. If you love this sport as much as I do it will take less than 5 minutes.
This portrayal is depicted in the image of the child who, although dead, lifts his fists, as a sign of resistance. Thanks to the oppression, the child is dead in his mother's arms, "with a bullet through his brain". But thanks to the people's undying urge for freedom, he isn't dead after all. He lives in their memories. He lives as a symbol of their desire to break free and their resistance to brutality and tyranny.
