Aquinas floats in his grave
and Socrates will not swallow –
their thoughts have been inverted –
their words are sounding hollow
A strategia della tensione
is courted by the State –
those clowns in the Senate
will let their votes bring hate
Salvini is banning love –
he cracks his sharpened tongue –
as his men buff their batons
to swipe the foreign sons
He’s shutting corner shops early –
the dens of drugs and plots –
he refuses ships safe harbour –
those boats which bear the lost
The different are set to suffer
as Salvini cracks his whip
on the skin of migrant settlers
who had found their hope in risk
The borders close on promises
as the ports are mopped of tears –
the Far Right drops the barriers
to block their far-right fears