Brasília

 

The planned city

Looked upon with such pity

 

The city of illusion

Beautiful persecution

 

The city of glass

Sky of brass

 

The city of green

Smeared with kerosene

 

The city of diversity

Filled with such perversity

The Forgotten Flight

The flight of love

Flew high above

Unseen

A silent machine

 

The flight of hope

Bright as a kaleidoscope

Beautiful

But unusable

 

The flight of trust

Painted with rust

Confusion

A mere delusion

 

The flight of hurt

Difficult to avert

Threatening

Flew by beckoning

Lullaby

I can escape

With blame

There is no shame

 

After all these years

I realized

My life is a lie

 

My brain I sedate

And the final goodbye

A simple lullaby

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