was not you who speak of freedom as we talk about
a wild night in the brothels.
was not you who drag the nation into the darkness
but you have fun doing the luminaries.
was not you who are men, perhaps because of wrist
surrounded by idiots.
not you waving the flag as
curve and that is enough to make you feel patriotic.
was not you or your parliament
of idolaters ready for anything to get a hearing.
was not you who bought votes with propaganda
but it never paid the consequence.
was not you that Squeeze the rosary
polls hoping you refreshed.
not you state that you solve the plight of unemployed living in
going to do the acrobats.
was not you. You are not State, vol.
was not you, men Executioner with the uniform that killed
of beating detainees.
not you with the boots on the faces of unarmed
kicked like sacks of waste.
was not you who sent your sons to the front
as a carcass of a hyena that depleted.
not you roll up the flags on coffins
to sleep every sense of guilt.
not you cursed forcaioli unprepared
always looking for an enemy to fight.
not State that you are burned as witches immigrants
worship except the one in the cave.
not you with the bust of the leader on the desks
and the constitution under his feet.
was not you who deserve to be estripati
as the weeds out of your seats.
was not you. You are not State, vol.
that was not you toast the blood of those who try to shed light on
obscure your lives.
was not you would like to give voice to newspapers
party silent as graves.
not you are doing more custom
like a pair of pants according to the genitals.
was not you who dealt with
who criticizes you as a stray in which the vocal cords cut.
was not you, servants, who have rented costumes
sovereign undeserved money,
you are brothers of a lodge which sits on the value of the privileged
as you call them heroes to the mafia and the corrupt
the
pious calls and each of you,
involved in all sorts of crime
fixing the magistrate and then I swear to God:
"It was not me."
a wild night in the brothels.
was not you who drag the nation into the darkness
but you have fun doing the luminaries.
was not you who are men, perhaps because of wrist
surrounded by idiots.
not you waving the flag as
curve and that is enough to make you feel patriotic.
was not you or your parliament
of idolaters ready for anything to get a hearing.
was not you who bought votes with propaganda
but it never paid the consequence.
was not you that Squeeze the rosary
polls hoping you refreshed.
not you state that you solve the plight of unemployed living in
going to do the acrobats.
was not you. You are not State, vol.
was not you, men Executioner with the uniform that killed
of beating detainees.
not you with the boots on the faces of unarmed
kicked like sacks of waste.
was not you who sent your sons to the front
as a carcass of a hyena that depleted.
not you roll up the flags on coffins
to sleep every sense of guilt.
not you cursed forcaioli unprepared
always looking for an enemy to fight.
not State that you are burned as witches immigrants
worship except the one in the cave.
not you with the bust of the leader on the desks
and the constitution under his feet.
was not you who deserve to be estripati
as the weeds out of your seats.
was not you. You are not State, vol.
that was not you toast the blood of those who try to shed light on
obscure your lives.
was not you would like to give voice to newspapers
party silent as graves.
not you are doing more custom
like a pair of pants according to the genitals.
was not you who dealt with
who criticizes you as a stray in which the vocal cords cut.
was not you, servants, who have rented costumes
sovereign undeserved money,
you are brothers of a lodge which sits on the value of the privileged
as you call them heroes to the mafia and the corrupt
the
pious calls and each of you,
involved in all sorts of crime
fixing the magistrate and then I swear to God:
"It was not me."
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