This is not an international poem but a world poem. It echoes the painful seperation of the world on the basis of racism and colour, he disheartening and shameful act of the human society. This is where the whole world unites to divide and disgust, filter and seperate the rich from the poor, the poverished and the phantom from the malnutrition and menace. The backdrop is Brazil because this is where the sect of black in dominance itself is oppressed and its service to mankind in the modern energy deficient world is looked down as pathetic slavery. In fact, we have not realised that if they stop working in the sugarcane fields, as many farmers ending up their lives while the tough and hazardous harvesting, the so called rich cannot drive through Sao Polo comfortably inside a Maybach or sipping cocktail and exploiting their beach resorts. This is for the black community of Brazil who showed the world how to play soccer and the world showed them instead how to play with their lives.