Two thousand twenty seven

 twas a day like no other
somewhere holding April's hand
approaching may
fire's over the great city of São Paulo

June the Chaos
needy climb walls like spiders
suburbs lock down like prison
2027

roads are blocked and levies form
each with a hundred blades and bats
a gun or two 
nights certainly seem far too long

July factions pretend to go easy
bribes no longer fall from the system
army moves in by then
bullets miss less and give no excuses

A city whose tired poor citizens
either burn or fight
taking their anger
spending it quick