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[SomeRandom]

Starving Brazilians do not pity those sporting neckties,
grumbling stomachs and hot hips cannot sympathize.
Rats stacked in ghettos
displaced by impenetrable stadiums in the name of Samba.
Some children learn their letters,
they earn theirs in blood.
Familial Robin Hoods stealing for survival,
more likely to have a .45 than $.45.
Soon to peddle outside forgotten mega projects,
preying on unsuspecting glittery tourists.

I too like the theme but think the poem needs to be a little less vague. L2/3 are a sentence fragment. I'm kinda disappointed at the lack of metaphors involved around the sport itself. You know, play on words, can't eat a soccer ball, that sort of thing. You should try to involve the emotional aspects of the game too. After all, following their embarrassing loss to Germany a lot of Brazilians were left broken. Football is their national image, they depend on it. That dependance of course is killing them at the same time. They are addicted to what is killing them. I didn't see any of this in your poem; try to dig deeper into the souls of the Brazilians, there is true tragedy there!