Samba From A Miserable Country

I am Héber Bensi, from Brazil! I love my country. I wrote this poem just to protest against the violence that we can see here. That is sad, because Brazil is wonderful. Cheers!
Brazil is the country of the samba
And also of the inequalities, the misery…
Children in the road, crying currencies…
And that never in the life a book will read.

But they know the samba…
They know the samba of the joy…
Of the joy of this miserable country;
Brazil, misery, disaster…
Buses burnt in the Civil War.

Brazil is the country of the samba...
And also of the shame politics,
Corruption, lost Guarantees!
But the soccer still dances...
And the children will be our reply…
Because our revenge will come with
The smile of our children.

Brazil is the country of the samba
And also of the inequalities, the misery…
Children in the road, crying currencies…
And that never in the life a book will read.

But they know the samba…
They know the samba of the joy…
Of the joy of this miserable country;
Brazil, misery, disaster…
Buses burnt in the Civil War.
   By Héber Bensi
Published: 2/18/2007
Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
Use the feedback form below to submit your comments.
Your Comments:
Your Name:
Use the form below to email this article to your friends.
Recipient Email Address:
 Separate multiple email addresses by ;
Your Name:
Your Email Address: