Poems agains wars, brazilian politics corruption and violance What is the future for us? In these times of darkness, corruption reigns And does not leave crumbs to the slaves below ... Politicians forge improvements, but deflct assets, And they disfiure the sun in which the TV misrepresents images. Cruel politics paints a disfiured present. The bread gets more expensive, and the artwork bleeds The storm that gives goodbye to the children’s future. The boats are swaying in the wind of despair. Millions are diverted, hospitals are closed And schools are falling ... false bank acconts The walls, externally, what do these guys want? They steal children and then smile at them, Disorienting with directions. There is no return since the Indians are dead and the Forests are destroyed. There are no returns to the workers who will die in slavery. The future stuffed with dollars is dying dryly In external accounts, and internally the lights are Deleting the future. Since as the press is not reporting ... The imminent tragedy. Héber Bensi