Your president wants you dead!
Your president wants you dead! It's that simple. There's no holding back. The time for brushing horses, counting sheep, and frying fritters is over.
Between indignation and outrage, reasonable feelings for someone who does not tolerate violence, I watched the pronouncement of the one who holds the office of president of the republic.
I immediately thought of the men and women who left legacies of solidarity and struggle for social justice, and who are sorely missed these days.
What would Betinho, who dedicated himself to the Citizenship Action against Hunger, Poverty and for Life project, say?
We still have men and women in the trenches, fighting against the enemy who broke down the door of our house and fanaticalized some of our own, gave bread to the devil and with the leftovers made a feast for the ignorant.
The religious fanaticism preached by charlatans within luxurious satanic corrals, besides generating wealth from the misery of others, fosters idolatry for dark and sinister figures like Jair Bolsonaro.
Your president wants you dead! It's that simple. There's no holding back. Time to brush the horse, count sheep, and fry. rain fritters passed on.
The coup is underway; on the front lines are unscrupulous businessmen, convicted fascists, Donald Trump, the specter of Ustra, but I don't see many uniforms.
I wish I had the innocence of an angel to believe that the tanks aren't coming from behind.
Now that you know the difference between a militiaman and a teacher, you've learned it?
* This is an opinion article, the responsibility of the author, and does not reflect the opinion of Brasil 247.