For the ancestors
and our future people
For the disgraced
Humans in turbulent times
Cycles repeating
Per la gente che non sa niente
Per tutta la gente
For all, for each and every one
Person born into this
Remember this is us
Remember this is where we came from
And what is ours should be sacred
Not trushed, disintregated
Listening to the pulse
missing beats
This is the same,
Inside, our organs
the things we do, our mistreats.
Rottening, decomposing
And yet some think it is
True victory, poisonous interjecting
For the Whole Wide World
has gone mad
In need of healing
Desperately seeking
The wisdom lost
I am too angry to be sad
As what I miss the most
Is hidden in my heart
Deep and feeble
Can I still hear it?
