It wasn't you, that spoke of freedom
like you were speaking of a good night at a brothel
It wasn't you that dragged the country into the darkness
but you enjoy being luminaires
It wasn't you, powerful men
only because you are surrounded by a group of idiots
It wasn't you that waved the flag
like on the stadium, and for you that is enough to feel patriotic
It wasn't you or your parliament
of worshipers ready to do everything to get a hearing
It wasn't you that bought votes with propaganda
but you never payed the consequences
It wasn't you, who held in your fingers
the rosary of the polls hoping that will hearten you
It wasn't you that solved the drama of the unemployed
by going on tv to do juggling
It wasn't you
It wasn't you
It wasn't you, hangmen with uniforms
that beaten to death the prisoners
It wasn't you, with military boots
kicking faces of unarmed people
like they were trash bags
It wasn't you that sent your children to the front lines
like remainings that a hyena striped the flesh of
It wasn't you that tucked in the flags
on coffins to put to sleep every sense of guilt
It wasn't you, fucking unprepared angry mob
always searching for an enemy to start a fight
It wasn't you that burned like witches
the immigrants except the one in the cave
It wasn't you, with the bust of the duce on your desk
and the constitution under the feet
It wasn't you that deserves to be removed
like the bad weed outside your headquarters
It wasn't you
It wasn't you
It wasn't you, that made a toast with the blood
of those who try to bring light on your obscure lives
It wasn't you, that wanted to give voices
as silent as burials to party's newspapers
It wasn't you that made customized laws
like a pair of underwear depending on your genitals
It wasn't you that handled who criticized you
like a homeless to which you cutted his vocal cords
It wasn't you, slaves, that have rented
sovereigns costumes with undeserved money
You are brethren of a lodge that rest
on the value of the privileged like you
That you call the member of the mafia "heroes"
and that you call the corrupted "devout"
And each one of you, involved in every possible crime
looks at the magistrate and then swears on God:
"It wasn't me"