A Viola E A Caneta

I'm going to tell the truth right now on the spot.
If I'm lying, I want someone to rebut.
It's the truth of a hillbilly, I'm not a diplomat.
There are animals dying from how much people kill.
Why are they polluting our river and waterfall.
And to mistreat the land, there's an axe and chainsaw.
Destroying our forest.

It's sad to see a brother among rats and cockroaches.
There are people eating garbage from the bottom of the can.
The worker only loses, doesn't win or draw.
The poor are tied up, I arrived at the right time.
It's a knot that the government can untie if it wants.
Why so much poverty in a country that has wealth.
Lots of gold and silver.

My style left traces, it was a whip lash.
I didn't write a love song to sing in a serenade.
I defended the poor people who are mistreated.
To confirm what I said, here's how it ends.
Only this tie-wearing crowd makes money.
With the guitar and pen, I blow the horn.
To end this corruption.