TO MY COUNTRY
of Pier Paolo Pasolini
not the Arab people, not Balkan people, not old people but
living nation, but nation European
and what are you? Land of infants, hungry, corrupt rulers
employees of agricultural, prefects pigtails,
avvocatucci smeared with grease and dirty feet,
officials liberal bigots carcasses as uncles,
a barracks, a workshop, a public beach, a casino!
Millions of lower middle class as millions of hogs graze
pushing under the unscathed mansions,
between crumbling colonial houses now as churches.
existed precisely because you are not now exist,
because you were conscious, you're unconscious.
And just because you're Catholic, you can not think
that your evil is all evil because of all evil.
sank at your beautiful sea, the free world.
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