Seven of September Brazil Independence Day
The day is gone,
we raised our arms,
painted the face,
we were exposed
we went straight invade the Bastille
stormed, Brasilia,
tear down the Wall... !
We did nothing,
and the game was crooked
to be continued...
The peace, maligned,
love, unconjured,
but they applauded hate
and exalted...
Anarchy is the dominant
Idea...
Most value has now
the added value... !
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