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Complain, for what?

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Complain, for what?

Suddenly, we see politics
Everyone, yes, everyone criticizes
This or that.
But, in the question: I prefer, leave the same.
We were haphazard.
And, now population?
Criticizing Covas, it won't work!
After all, they chose you to be mayor again,
And, they make so much fanfare,
And the PSDB commands infinitely.
I, follow my path,
And, I say, I didn’t choose or lose,
I am aware, I canceled.
Well, I know, that I will be criticized,
Well, I'm a teacher,
But what to do now?
If everyone went to the polls, and canceled, or made the obstacle as many,
It would be an alert for these politicians on duty.
That the thing is not good.
Our Health, the Country, not only São Paulo need to change,
Loving and respecting others,
This is part of being a mayor.
Now I don't blame elected mayors,
Or not because of the floods,
Caused by us, large population.
It seems easier,
Throwing trash on the streets,
Bottles, cigarette butts,
And, other rags,
Than to keep the streams clean, the streets clean.
We throw everything from our cars,
We don't have a dumpster present,
And, the roles of bullets and blows,
Go ahead, clog manholes, and we move on.
I have already mentioned the most voted councilors,
The sub-prefecture of Cidade Ademar,
That we should screen the manholes,
And, keeping our sidewalks and curbs clean daily,
But, there are people who only complain,
Wait for the street sweepers, who are already masters,
And we see it in your foreheads.
After all, where you’ve seen parties in the middle of a pandemic,
Plastic cups, sarcastic objects, tubes of cocaine,
Everything on the floor of our sidewalks.
And this, we can not avoid?
Yes we can!!!
Another thing that I feel and will say,
It is time for our politicians to respect Education officials, from attendants to teachers who are always slaughtered,
And they get sick, whether at the municipality or state secretariat with regard to public education, we earn little and work hard,
And yet,
They say we are such vagabonds.
I do not believe that people who one day,
They learned Be a Bá, with a teacher,
Or the Sciences are Human, Physical, Mathematical,
Can they devalue us so much?
My weeping spreads in this poetry, here the Brazilians,
And the foreign people,
I just wanted to understand why they pay us so badly when we retire,
Do politicians make a fortune when they retire?
I'm tired of it all.
The world took a big turn,
Of course I don't accept everything, I have my prejudices,
My Duties and Rights, and whoever says he never had any prejudice in his life, throw me the first stone.
Yes, I have my demons and angels,
But, sensitive I am and I plan to respect everyone with adverse conditions to mine. For, as Fernando Mendes would say: "It is no use going to the Church to pray, and doing everything wrong; wanting to be in front of things looking sideways."
If we want respect, we have to give it first.
Another thing, now it is for the young man, with so much information, why you enrich the pimp, the mafia bosses, who can be a politician, who does not change the cracolandias of our city, of our country.
The scar of mothers who lose their children, to marijuana, heroin, cocaine, the crack that is the mixture of feces and drugs, is bitter.
And, death in life, here I mention many, friends, former students, neighbors, family, the death in life of people I love.
And, to define this piece, I was already invited as Chemistry to participate in this scheme, but at the time I said no, and I continued with my teaching profession, but it hurts me to know that everything is done for money, for metal wire, and that people still go to church, but they don't know what they do.
Anyway, complain for what?
We voted in 2 rounds, and we still heard the president getting into the American elections, that there were frauds, Trump's problem, for now, after Biden, and not Bolsonaro, who has to worry about our Health, our forests burned by sticks mandates, for our Education.
Anyway, also now, here in SAMPA, the city I was born in, grew up in, and I'm struggling, that Bruno Covas and the elected councilors do their job, but don't forget, we are a population, lacking in health, safety and education.

Handwritten poetry in SP 11/30/2020.
Transcribed for these sites.
Author: Tereza Cristina G Castro

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