Victor dos Anjos
Mrs. Democracy was looking through the window
In the living room, eating a cookie
Thinking about what happened recently.
A book was open on the table
About Brasil's history
The page was a chapter begins
About military government
The dictatorship that lived for 21 years in Brasil.
Mr. History came through the door
He was scared and made some noises
Her time for thoughts was broken
“What happened, darling?”, she said
“Put the TV on!”
She walked through that room
And took the remote control
A warm breeze came from the window
Before she starts to watch the TV
Her dress danced for the wind
It was made of a delicate blue fabric
Mrs. Democracy loved that dress.
“What is this, darling?”
Now she was scared
The scenes shown on TV were a monstrosity
It was terrorist behaviour.
“I don't know exactly, sweet
But this is an unforgettable moment
They're leaving a footprint in history
And destroying everything in Brasília city.”
Mr. History answered
And tears were born from his eyes
Mr. Democracy was sad and furious at the same time
She was happy because Brasil was free
Free from the other president
That person was bad
That person only used and raped that country
That supporters were bad people
And the supreme evidence was what was happening in that day
It was unbelievable to her.
“Do you think… What do they want, darling?”
He thought about it before speaking
Her eyes were afflicted
And the images on TV were terrible
A lot of people dressed in green and yellow clothes
And they were spoiling Brasília
The president was not there
People from the other institutions were not there
The cops didn't do anything
And the destruction was advancing.
“They're angry
Because they were defeated
The man who they love
The monster who they adore
It's not the president anymore.”
Mr. Democracy looked to his friend
His husband, his partner
And said
“We wait a long time for his fall.”
Mr. History answered
“And he fell
Those people think something distant from the reality
But he's not president anymore
He used the position to have money and power
He used the federal cops
He used everything in their hands
Trying to clean the traces…
”Mr. History made a pause to breathe
And he kept saying
“Maybe we don't need to be concerned about it
They have a new president
The system is working rightly now
And those people will probably be punished…”
“I hope it, darling
They don't have respect for the system
They don't have respect for the basic rights
So they cannot be part of the procedures
They are sewers.”
Mr. History agreed with his head
And Mrs. Democracy lifted up from the couch
The TV was on yet
She walked to the window
The same window in the beginning of the story
She started to think again
She immersed herself in her thoughts
About punishment for those people
About how Brasil needed to work
Because defeating the other president was not enough
It was a step
But not the end of the war.
She was so involved in different ideas
She didn't see when Mr. History put the food on the table
He wanted to talk about something
But he kept himself quiet.
Victor dos Anjos 