World Cup Deliberations

Eight million children sniffing glue on the street
Selling their young bodies for something to eat
Offering sex like a slice of cheap meat
It’s child prostitution in the Brazilian heat

Then it’s back to the glue for a Sao Paulo treat
Where the cops show no mercy on their merciless beat
With their dreams of Selecao but still nothing to eat
Death on their faces and a ball at their feet.

FIFA’s in town but they’re not offering a seat
To the children of Rio with no shoes on their feet.
The media’s turned up for the meet and the greet
But they’ve no time for children with no classroom seat.

For the story’s about Neymar with the world at his feet
It’s not about favelas in the Sao Paulo heat
It’s all about beaches and the Rio elite
And the European jet-set and the Samba hot beat.

And the endless partying makes the carnival complete
While the descendants of slavery eke it out on the street
And when the riots get close, press the key for delete.
No money for houses when there’s stadia to complete

No money for schools in the global race to compete
No money for hospitals for the kids on the street
The rich get the money cause they know how to cheat.

They tell us that Globalisation will liberate us all
No need to worry when Brazil’s got the ball
They’re all millionaires but they’ve got us in thrall
Football’s the opiate and we answer the call

But the drug is wearing thin in the South American heat
With the unions and protesters forcing a government retreat
Pacification of the favelas is an impossible feat
While Brazil’s desperate children still have nothing to eat.

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