The nest was conspicuous with its bright light
The squawks and the screeches so strange in the night
Inside the bird cage some ten thousands cheer
But outside its confines revolting is near
The anger and fury travels like a cur
Where was the promise that the flock would prosper?
Where were the profits that fell from the sky?
Where was the GDP rocketing high?
What had the three-hundred million paid for?
The forty-thousand that watched the green floor?
For miles around, the nest could be heard
The most useless, dependant, impractical bird
Whose meals and cleanings came out of the taxes
(The payments that hacked every wallet like axes
That should be paying for care of the sick
And other services for the public)
And even when the screeches ceased
The nest robbed the citizens more than disease
The only hope for residents around
Was that someday the nest would be burnt to the ground
Then the squawks would be forever gone
And the land reclaimed by the Amazon.
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AN: Sorry that I haven't really been updating frequently. I've been pretty busy for the past few days because I've just moved house.
Anyway, onto the poem. This poem is about the Brazil World Cup, nitpicking at most of its issues by focusing on one of the stadiums built for it, the Arena de Amazônia in Manaus. I know that it's a bit off occasion, but it's the end of 2014 and it should be time to reflect on the highs and lows of this year.
I wish you all a Merry New Year's Eve and a Happy New Year in advance.
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PoesieAnarchy. A swirl of topics: emotions, allusions to history, social issues... And somewhere in the maelstrom comes forth rhymes and prose. Note: If you can't be bothered to read all the poems (quite understandably), I've starred the better ones.
