🌷 Flower revolution

It has been 50 years
to this very day
that captains dressed
the streets of jungle green
to cluster other colors,
no asphalt to be seen.

Coordinated by a tune
passed on the radio
that sang of fraternity
and power of the people.

These peeked fearful
behind heavy curtains
left their caged houses
to fight for their homes.

An old lady brought
vivid red carnations
a wicker basked of those.
Like a plea for peace
she filled with one
the cold hollow tube
of a solders shotgun.


In this coast forgotten land,
bathed by sea, warmed by sun,
gentle a mood, sweeter a wine,
that saw world wars from afar,
soon all of the guns,
man, woman and child
waved the red-blood blooms:
Enough to death and fight!
Enough to fear and prison!
Were part of the demands.


By hand of a flower,
they took back their lives
their spirits and brothers
from preaching, ruling,
patronizing institution
that shadowed their lands.

Together we are
then, today and forever
to join in this tune.

"Grandola vila morena" - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4X0zLfq8Bbs