Brazil
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Soccer balls in the field
and goalie free to wield
he jumps for a view
which appears to be new
a goal appears as i run to my pears
the satisfaction of a goal is screamed into my ear
Summer 06'
Circled around the screen is my family
Grandpa in his recliner sitting stern and proud
My little brothers cheering loud
My mother and father clasping their hands
A stretch of land distances you from me,
More divides us than
a glistening sea.
The contrast between you and I
I am a baby blue bird, drifting to the soft sands of Rio de Janeiro, while lying dead on a dilapidated raft with all cares in the world left forgotten by my bedside.
Flag of blue, white, yellow, and green
Outside of the country, that is all that is seen
But, I flew, to the other side of the world
For 9 months, an unexpected land unfurled
The Allied-Eraser grew monstrous,
For stubborn stains, it had direct orders,
To tear pages off the flap,
Customized to rub Nazi land from the map,
Came along Soviet scissors,
