Il Mio Fascismo

Long ago we thought fascism was a poetry, the very poetry of the twentieth century
And I tell myself that this can't die!

My fascism is not the bourgeois one, it's not about order and cleanliness
My fascism is not imperialism
In Libya or in Ethiopia or in Albania
My fascism is not about trains running on time, sure it's better if they arrive punctually
But you know it takes much more to build a true ideal?

My fascism is that of '19 that then returns in '43
With the social republic, against the English and against the king
Against the Russians and the Americans for a Europe without masters
For a truly free Europe, for a Europe of nations!

My fascism is for those who want to fight against the powerful and the exploiters!
And against the usual do-gooders who always side with the winners!
My fascism is for those who want to fight for a future of freedom!
Against the boredom of our time for a new society!

My fascism is certainly not that of those who wanted a military coup
Nor that of backdoor deals to help those who want to govern
My fascism is certainly not that of the Bologna station
Who knows who planted the bomb? Certainly not those who are now paying with disgrace!

My fascism is that of a few young people
Who fought against the whole world
Who died at Via Acca Larentia and
Who loved a black flag
With a white cross in the middle

But a particular cross
That I just need to see on a wall
To immediately start dreaming
Dreaming of a 'Hobbit Camp'
With a concert by the Fellowship of the Ring
With a strange demonstration of those seeking the third way!

My fascism is for those who want to fight
Against the powerful and the exploiters!
And against the usual do-gooders
Who always side with the winners!
My fascism is for those who want to fight
For a future of freedom!
Against the boredom of our time
For a new society!