Carajás Poem by Aschelminto Da Silva

A guy dies here.
Another guy dies there.
Yet another dies somewhere.
Shed blood raped
That the land sip, thirsty.
Is this generous land,
For what it is planted
One day they will reap.
Cassava and folly,
Beans with anger and death.
What one generation sows
The other will reap.
A guy dies in Pará
Another man dies in Bahia,
And another one dies in the Pontal.
But Brazil believes only
In the Journal News.
Everywhere there is strife
For a handful of earth.
But the man who toils,
- This son of fools!
Only have the shallow grave,
As old man said.
Life becomes a luxury
And death, trivial thing.