I hear the Irishmen try to
pronounce Belo Horizonte
Beautiful Horizon, the German
national anthem sounds like a
hymn,and I try not to dislike them
as my father who was shot in the
face in WWII does and then I wait
for the Brazilian national anthem
that explodes from a thousand passionate
throats and I knew this is Brazil my only
earthly home, my people though i was
born in New England my childhood home
is this passion overcoming the professionalism
of the modern world misunderstood but
as powerful as fire, a mix of original people
freed African slaves and conquering Europeans
there is none other on earth like this passionately
patriotic people of the land of the Amazon and Futebol.
Poet Jude's Poetry 