🔥 Disestablish Brazil
(A poem they won’t print, but will feel)
Disestablish Brazil.
Tear it down like a colonial altar
built on the bones of Guarani ghosts
and the silence of enslaved tongues
that never stopped bleeding.
Disestablish the samba mask,
the carnival grin,
the football distraction
that hides a state built
on rape and sugar,
on chains and crucifixes.
Disestablish the flag —
green for land stolen,
yellow for gold looted,
blue for the sky that never asked to watch.
Disestablish every plantation turned hotel,
every slave route turned tourist trail,
every tanned body
that forgets who was burned to build the beach.
Disestablish Brasília.
Its architecture was never neutral.
It speaks in lines too clean
to admit the blood beneath them.
Disestablish the lie of “racial democracy.”
Tell the world what favelas know:
That skin is still a sentence.
That whiteness still rules,
but now it smiles.
Disestablish the myth
that Brazil is too beautiful to dismantle.
Because beauty born from brutality
is still brutality.
And don’t rebuild.
Let the forest reclaim it.
Let the silence speak.
Let the land be land again —
without anthem,
without state,
without lie.