What is the point
Of being free in your
garden
If in your pleasure
ground
There are many shadows
Around your neck?
What is the point
Of being with who you want
If during your daily life,
They fire part of your
land,
Cut your fingers and
tongue
And steal your wallet
Through drug and justice?
What is the point
Of fighting for human
rights
if you still are bowing
your head
Over your heroes and
idols?
(When will you see as a
hero yourself?)
What is the point
Of saying all this in English
If where must I live is
among
Portuguese spoken people?
(Leandro Monteiro)
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