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And in an autistic world, a little inhuman.
The distraught man joined the marches.
He joined the marches, from a forgotten town.
Claim to the sky, through time.
Asking for the same thing, to distribute the gold equally, there is no social caste.
Stop believing in absurd elites
who keep everything and never ask.
Lazy and insensitive near power
of an invisible world.
Addicts and sick people keeping everything
Far from the claim, far from the silence.
And at some point you remember child
flying towards the sky with his noble cape
seeking justice… like a superhero.
And this current, autistic and crazy world.
He does not listen to the complaints of his own people.
Crying out to the sky, asking for the same
a long time ago.
Roberto Savasta
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