SANGUE E TENEBRE

The richman

You have a mansion,
you have some money
you have so much.

Even a family
with a trophy-wife,
who has no more dignity
only frigidity
'causa you have other lovers
and she has no life, no job
no more.

You have some children,
and you rape their young bodies
everytime, everymode, every night.
'Cause you've the money
the limo, the mansion,
the fame.
And none can say nothing
about you, about this,
about all.

You've some guns
near your own bed,
some doctors, everytime
you need something new..
Liposuction, a new organ,
an erection, but right heart..?

You can be in politics,
you can be in law,
all is legal,
if you have true money
all is nice, for you.
You've the world in pouch,
but, who've the soul of you?
 
In some years
your children're still grown,
and, in future, who can say what?
A killer, in the night
a blade, with no light
kill you time, for all,
and no doctor can do nothing,
nor the scream of your lostwife,
for your slayed body,
and no-head neck.