Andressa Monteiro Poet Dramatic Verse

Politics Pain

The hate of knowing 
The sad hopelessness vivid
My country still survives all poverty, famine, violence and injustice
Our babies crying for help
Their mothers seeking for milk 
We pray to God to not forget us
But we neglect all good thoughts and ideas
From nothing to say
Much less to aspire
We wait for the bruises and blood
Of a conspiracy, nature and nation convicted with bad signs
Beautiful and healthy people getting richer and aligned 
But the real women and men transpire to get their work done and effort assign
Still, we imagine that the government is too filthy for change
Wondering if our parents want their grandchildren to suffer and fight for something that they already claimed
Help! 
Stop these new developers from changing the world into a large network pacific spy station
Real kisses are no longer the achievement of the lovers and romantic flames
Oh, if these words mean anything 
Ask them to be warriors of the everyday customary pain

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Poet Destroyer A February 7, 2016 at 1:04 AM ANDRESSA, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA

Ovidiu Bocsa February 3, 2015 at 2:23 PM There is indeed a burden of knowledge and at the over side of the soul,beyond the romantic flames,there is life such as and the leaves of times flying above us...