I am sharing some shocking factors about my home country Brazil. Most people assume it's a poor country. By the development measures it's indeed a developing country. Landless peasants leave the rural poverty to an urban misery. Distribution of wealth is a huge problem. Nevertheless, Brazil ranks ninth among the world's nations in gross domestic product.

The poem expresses my opinion of American society and my feelings towards Brazil, my home.

A silly poem playing with some familiar words.