O Pai, o Filho e o Carro

In this poem it is noted
That by the force of arrogance
The symptoms of resentment
And the edges of violence
Become disordered
At the moment they are taken
Against innocence

A child was playing
In front of the house
While his father returned
From the errands he was doing
He lovingly leaned
On a brand-new car
He bought that day

However, as the innocence
Of a child does not leave
This child fell
As any other would fall
Fragile in reasoning
With a piece of aluminum
Scratched his father's car

And continued scratching
Dirtying the car with mud
When his father saw that
He shouted, argued, scolded
And with gestures of vengeance
Took the child's hand
Hit the car with force

Injuring the child's hand
In this brutal blow
And from that wound
A serious tetanus arose
The poor boy
Taken by the same father
In haste to the hospital

But as the illness was strong
They found no other way
They cut off the little boy's
Right little arm
The father without apologizing
Felt the weight of guilt
Boiling inside his chest

They returned from the hospital
Regretting every step
The mother feeling sorrow
And the son missing his arm
The father in the shadow of calm
Burning the mantle of the soul
In the fire of failure

At home he lost his way
In everything he did
He no longer looked at the car
Nor ate nor drank
Leaning over a table
Listening to the voice of sadness
Moaning in the house

One day he was crying
Without comfort or peace
His son came to dry
His sentimental tears
And said like this, dear father
When my little arm grows
I won't scratch your car anymore

When he heard this phrase
He could no longer bear
He prepared for suicide
And said: I will end it
My journey is ready
I will pay my dues
For all that God will charge