The fall of the tyrants
Tyrants before their fall are all alike. I'm too old, too powerful, too slaves of power to see that everything is crumbling. Appear, raving, promise, threaten and are afraid of reforms that were never dreamed of doing, banging their fists on the table. Announce sometimes will resist to the death, but will possibly that of others, and their own people. They do not understand why they can not understand, altimenti would not be what they are. Luxurious and holed up in a building or a bunker hijacked, kissed by Judas to betray them soon or are forced to endure the terror of being brought to trial. Where are you now? Where were you before? - Ask the crowds that once filled for their squares and now with the same speed have turned their backs, and as they rose to the altar now with the same enthusiasm they are ready to turn them into dust. And we ask with the same leaders who were friends yesterday the hypocrisy in the name of their business and become today's enemies in the name of the freedom. Where are you, ask, and ask the question that resonates especially for the people themselves, because they're crazy - and madness is the nakedness of kings when their power slipping away - and so convinced that there is always a top joint, a final fort willing to defend them, to a mistaken idea of \u200b\u200bbetrayal and honor of our country.
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