Rio De Janeiro Poem by Martins Akhoeneto

Rio de Janeiro called out
To homes of foreign folks
Friends as brother of different worlds
Who stayed hanging- over
For many days of weary-fright
What was uppermost in their hearts
Was the strange sudden stones
Flying about like lost airplanes
A sudden powerful ash of authority
Above the owners of these flight-ways
Stubborn as it is - a commandant
He has grounded all air-vehicles
Till it travel and hit its end
Its own destination, till then
All must obey his last command
All must endure the hang-over
Till the day the skies are bright