The role of plays

Politics! Stage! The role of plays: but where has the love f or the homeland gone? The role-playing game! The "Peloritan rite"! During the day they wage war and at night they eat together. And I'm confused! People are confused! Where has the love for the homeland gone? And crime is on the rise! And immigrants too! And there are so many illegal immigrants who have to survive. No one dies of hunger! No one wants to die! So the only way is to steal or deal. And violence is on the rise because of so much anger: due to despair for the shattered illusion! No! This is not life! Dignity is lost: and if there's no work, you become invisible! Politics! Stage! The role of the plays: but where has the love f or the homeland gone? The role-playing game! The "Peloritan rite"! By day they wage war and by night they eat together. Boy! You're not a boy! Man! You're no longer a man! If you live under bridges and don't have your woman, if you don't have a family and if you don't have children: and if you don't have your loved ones who are in distant lands! And then madness takes its course: violence emerges! And rape and murder! And Italy welcomes! Welcomes and welcomes! But what's the point of welcoming if it has nothing to offer? They sleep under bridges or in abandoned hovels: they die of cold! And they freeze to death! No! You can't live! You can only survive! And if there's no work, the desperation is great. And it's the illusion that television gives, with its false programs: that flaunts wealth! While reality is something else entirely: and poverty is advancing! We die in our memories! Politics! Stage! The role of performances: but where has the love of country gone? Politics is deaf! Politics is blind: and doesn't see reality! The poverty that reigns! Just useless talk! So much smoke and mirrors! Politics thrives: it has no problems! Politics! Stage! The role of performances: the love of country seems to have disappeared!