Again

Flowers and guns, but
people still dying for daisycuts
freedom for them, but
sweet death glory on our side

It's 4o years on building
asphalt (obstacles)* 'tween us
no more commies in Berlin
but the same fear in our mind. (the head)*

I see a Caterpillar smoking
"who are you?
he once said, and
now escape from them.
(I see a Caterpillar smokes
"who are you?",
smoothing the lands
where once you slept over)*

Grey walls growing
working men under
and terrorist to pulled
down, over the lands.


Riflessioni e omaggi alla società odierna.

*prima versione