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When it is commemorated the 500 years of this country, immaculate cradle of our roots, fruit of the miscegenation of all the races of our formation, that welcomed people of all the nations and it rocked them in your dreams of freedom, of a happy life, far away from the warlike rivalries that waste the world, of a laborious life, where they could build the future of your generations.

Brazil, this Mother gentile Homeland, welcomed them, with the immoderate love of who loves and she doesn't want anything in change, just to be idolized and respected by your children in your eternal moral greatness. None riots or disdains should affect the feelings of Love that we nurtured for this dear illustration.

Now, in this instant, when we stop in our historical reminiscences, to sing her the deserved congratulations, we were all of a sudden saddened when people tell us histories of tragedies that stained of blood the soil of that Homeland, of 500 years of extermination of our Indians, our siblings indians, poor race in extinction and for the gigantic presence of the Brazilian illiteracy, with statistical indexes camouflaged to hide the hard reality of our educational politics. A lot it is spoken and little it is done.

Ours divulged freedom is still far away from being reached, when we came across the persistence of the slave work, goading the adults' freedom and children, dipping them in the darkness of the ignorance, of the ones that comes their private of a basic teaching, that can free them for the future. False freedom, when we segregated our black siblings, enslaved race, that is condemned by the color and they impede them of living with dignity.

We didn't speak about the excluded persons of the our society, the thousands of “without earth”, “without roof”, “without water”, “without food”, “without employment” or of the “without anything” of this miserable life, that populate this immense country, because they are there, the time all inside of our daily one, shouting, through the communication means, for justice and respect and above all conditions to survive.

Mother Homeland, we will pray together and to ask for the Creator to place an "one is enough" and stop this social disorder, in that violence that reigns in the small ones and in the great cities, in that corruption, true “sea of mud and rottenness” of governments and misgovernments, that it invades and it dirties our country. The chaos took care of everything and of all.

It doesn't give to ignore what our eyes are seeing. Look at Mother Homeland, look about! What do you see? - You see the afflicted man and squeezed by the globalization of the work (when we have it), with mean wages, besieged by drugs, AIDS, violence and death. We cannot accuse God for our problems, much less for the chaotic situation, that our country lives. God, when HE created the world, HE gave all the necessary ways for us to survive with dignity. HE can't be consider guilty, when the man is accused to destroy, to pollute and when he doesn't preserve our Nature. Sad it will be the day when we discover that our beautiful Amazon Forest became a new Saara. God us free from that ecological disaster !.

Who is the criminal of that everything? The man, of course, he is the only accused by the degradation of our country, mainly when it doesn't respect the middle in that he lives, it doesn't respect the very common and when moved for himself the landed public properties, as a threadbare thief, he deviates and takes possession of public budgets, that certainly could improve the condition of your own brother's life, sons of that same Mother Brazilian Homeland.

God! If you are Brazilian, as they say, forgive our mistakes and redeem us of all our sins. Our country is so beautiful, so rich, so productive and so strengthened by the warlike people's presence a people that struggles bravely for a better future, doesn't deserve, a luck so stepmother, as that that parades continually before ours saddened eyes and it humiliates him before other nations.

We want, that this Love that we felt for you, Mother Homeless, mainly of those young of hopeful eyes, that all the defects and the sore spots that blacken our Nation, be transformed in transparent and luminous qualities, as the shine and the reflex of the purest crystal, that the gold of our wealth can be distributed better and to propitiate better life conditions to our suffered people, that our hopes are still green as the color of our virgins forests and the blue can delineate the horizons of a future resplendent that, certainly, it will unseal the curtains of the future and to place our country in the deserved list of the developed nations of the world and we will be able to like this, finally, to free that arrested scream in our chest:

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