How not give a reason for those all-knowing
how to help people only to be men
How could we not believe anyone, and if in large
as profit and eat on a world yielding
feel like someone only for an image
how to be slaves of unnecessary appearances
as not to give anything except to receive
as having lost the joy of being
me very sad
not at all the cause of my future
I almost takes your breath away
having to submit and suffer without understanding
Now I realize that you do not need a position
I feel more free and not enslaved
spitting in the face of the sad servant leader
spitting in the face of this dirty reality
Valerio Zizzi