Brazil

by Nick Andrea

A country gone mad,
60,000 screaming,
sweaty,
violent fans,
thick with desire,
expectation,
disappointment.

Its people, en masse,
having revolted at the billions,
and billions,
and billions
spent
to host these games,
when there were mouths,
souls,
to feed.

And then their team lost –
clobbered,
shellacked,
thrown down
by a measure of their own score
multiplied
seven
times.

Seven is the number of divine truth
striking,
like lightning;
bringing down the tower of delusion,
arresting attachment,
illuminating all.

How poetic.

Can we
now,
finally,
forget the Colosseum,
forget what distracts us from
ourselves,

and,

save Rome
before it collapses?

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About NickAndrea19

My goal has always been and continues to be the liberation of minds, my own and what influence I may have on others, to perceive the extraordinary beauty all around us. To this end, I write, play music, and design websites. Don't hesitate to contact me for more information about any of these activities. :)
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