The first shot hurts, the second shot makes breathing difficult, and the third kills! So what's the room for? The fifth? The sixth? The seventh? The eighth? The ninth? And the tenth shot?  

The tide is high. Full of bullets. Full of bodies. Full of black bodies pierced by bullets! It overflows with pain, overflows with death. Tears spill over from the eyes of peripheral mothers, those mothers who know they have put their children out into the world to be shot by the state and by the Brazilian racist police. It is in this strategic scenario of abandonment that the state keeps the black population in sub-human conditions.

A body. Mute. Terrified. Riddled with pain and blood. Seven liters. Seven liters of blood that drains from each body, while life goes out, every 25 minutes, thus filling a pool of one thousand liters in about 59 hours.  

The genocide of black youth has been the state's basic policy towards Brazilian blacks since slavery. Extermination is imminent. War tactic waged against a people who never had the right and conditions to fight on equal terms. Children, teenagers and young people are killed. Life expectancy decreases. Women are raped, their children are riddled with bullets.