Tiro de Misericórdia 2

The boy grew up between the round and the cane
Running in alleys like a rat.
Between the pickpocket and the theft, between the letter and the token
Climbing on quarries like a lizard.
Borel, oath, vulture, catacomb,
In samba circles, in the macumba's eró.
Matriz, kerosene, willow, turano,
Mangueira, São Carlos, boy in charge,
Dust idol, cheap liquor and crumbs,
A god in shorts and flip-flops,
Emperor of the hills, little nagô king,
The body protected by babalawos.

Oxolufã descended with silver swords,
With his crown of darkness and vice.
Cão-Xangô descended with the winged axe,
With his fierce fire in the hands of lightning.
Ogunhê stood at the crossroads
With all his irons, with spear and hoe.
And Oxossi with his bow and arrow and his roosters
And his bees on the edge of the forest.
And Oxum brought stone and water from the waterfall
In her heart of golden thorns.
Yemanjá, the aluminum, the sea sirens
And a battalion of a thousand drowned.

Iansã brought the souls and the gales,
Daggers and winds, thunders and daggers.
Oxum-maré released her snakes on the ground.
Released her braid, broke the rainbow.
Omulu brought lead and the jingle bell
Casting disease to his enemies.
And Nana-Buruquê brought rain and the broom
To the land of bodies, to the blood of the dead.

Exus in the cloak of night let out a laugh
And warned the trap for the orixás.
Exus, orixás, boy, fought as they could
But there was too much noise and little shout.
And there in the cursed garden, on the floor of the skirt-hanger,
Zumbi boy lumumba falls from the line
Shooting down against the phalanxes of evil,
Old archangels, gravediggers of carnival.

- brothers, sisters, little brothers,
Why have you forsaken me?
Why have we forsaken each other
On each cross?

- brothers, sisters, little brothers,
Not everything is consummated.
My death is only one:
Ganga, Lumumba, Lorca, Jesus

They stapled the boy with the protected body
And barbarized with over a hundred shots.
Thirteen years of life without mercy
And mercy in the last shot.

He died like a dog and screamed like a pig
After jumping like a monkey.
I'll play in these three like he died:
In a game surrounded by seven sides.