Jose M. Raposo - Ao sabor do vento

 "Hoje aprendi uma palavra nova. DISCOMBOBULATION e essa palavra inspirou-me o poema que vai a seguir."

DISCOMBOBULATION

By José M. Raposo

He does not remember the past, I say,

And frankly does not care about tomorrow;

Thinks that he is always right, feels no sorrow;

Everybody has to accept his way.

But if you will not do whatever he says,

You are no longer needed, you'll be gone;

Even if it were so right all you have done,

Always will be his way. Nobody cares.

Thinking only about all his great gains,

Discombobulated, he holds the reins

Of a great wagon on the road to nowhere.

He does not feel of others any pains;

Like his, there so many dark ill brains;

If his people suffer, he does not care.