when I was really young not a fiction of youth
as now, I swear! I was moved in hate for you
'cause a fascist can't be in right side
in any case
even when his action are carried by truth.

All your decayed values as the word of Lord Father.
It seem'd to me an old heap of oppression and a
grammar of words of submission to learn
under an ancestral iron heel.
when you became too old, tired and sick
to arouse fear
and while all you fought triumphed everywhere,
you let yourself in amazement to my care
and a strange respect was born and grow in both of us
was like I ever known
that must there be something
of your way to be loving
and careful in my being and so too late
I understood that often
is just a matter of moods.
In the hour of your death
the word "forgive" was like the prays
that our simple forefathers said in their deathbeds
together with all who were gathered to bring
comfort in the sad moment of last farewell.

Now some well-thinkin' subject
can say that is a good'n'right thing:
that all fathers of this kind silently disappear
of a luminous future a well-centered image:
a really free family without father or better
without men.

No more oppressions, no more rules and guidance
and bad examples of male haughtiness.
let's eradicate them at the obsolence and loneliness.

All this makes me feel one more time similar to you
while they seem expect from me
that I rejoice for your right and well-deserved death.
what a champions of human mercy these correct-men.

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