My worries my woes
My troubles my shoes
The trial of a critic
In hectic chamber of sycophants
My eyes stares so dim
As lies protrudes the justice
I'm an Italiano
In an island of no ethnicity
Fighting below the triumph
My words moving in a shuffle
A smile of contradiction
Unfolding the unmasked petition
Over the tyranny of masses
the chamber was called to order
The fright of an anxious crowd
Gazing at the economy of truth
Jurisdiction and justice in the ruling of my lord
A whirlwind went waving across
Another busy day in the office yard
In the open island allergic to malpractice
But my worries and my woes persist
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