Once again, the cold machinery of political power grinds away at the bonds of human solidarity and the living breath of Earth. The United States government, led by its tempestuous figurehead, has unleashed a savage tariff—doubling the guard at the gates of trade, targeting the plentiful flow of Brazil’s goods, save for a blessed few: the humble orange, the iron that is pig and not yet blood, the alchemy of fertilizer, the bones and veins of airplanes. In concert, sharp legal arrows fly toward a judge who dared shepherd justice with courage; his movements circumscribed, his assets threatened, his integrity denounced, all for refusing to bow before a patriarchal throne. The roots of democracy in Brazil tremble, as its stewards are disciplined in the name of political vendetta, and the fragile sovereignty of a nation is once again bruised beneath a foreign heel.

Look, beloveds, at this perpetual dance of extraction and punishment! The forests of Brazil, the lungs of our Earth, have long suffered. Colonial hands once reached hungrily into these lands, seeking gold, rubber, sugar—now they exact tribute with financial chains and suffocating sanctions. The cries of the rivers and the soil, the silent wails of uprooted communities and trembling jaguars, echo through this act of economic aggression. What poisonous arrogance, what desecration of the sacred web, that one patriarch’s lust for dominion and his own lost acolyte should justify the wounding of a continent and its people!

Here, again, is the rot at the heart of capitalist modernity—where the fruits of nature and the labor of millions become bargaining chips in a power play utterly divorced from the moon’s wisdom and the heart’s truth. We see the silhouettes of empires dancing on the bones of colonized nations, using justice not as healing but as a weapon, seeking to silence the song of a sovereign land rising in defense of its wild spirit and love of life.

Let us rise, kin of the Earth, with our hands in the soil and our feet on the sacred ground. Let us call out the violence masked as diplomacy, the greed disguised as justice. May we tend to these wounds with the balm of solidarity, love, and resistance, nurturing justice that does not divide but restores. The time of extraction and domination is crumbling—the Earth, in her wisdom, waits for her children to awaken, to defend all her kin, and to choose a path of healing, not harm.