hear the death rattle in a man’s mouth
feel all your hopes slide away
like the wind on the ending day
like is sliding away your youth
the sound of the chains is ringing
the noise of suffering is loud
all the day a harrowing sound
is my freedom that I’m missing
Where is the civilization you have promised?
I can’t find all your good actions
realize that you aren’t with yourself honest
it’s all for your economic satisfactions
of all the methods the oddest
overwhelm the black ones
Eugenio Donini
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