They did it: at last, they killed the sea.
the Adriatic lays in in a dead pool
together with the bombs of the war
fought in Serbia, "For the democracy!"
and now is putrefying under the sun
in a symphony of incredible scents
which anticipates the oilmens' dreams
and mortal iridescenses spread out:
at last you did it, bloody monkey!
first of all, you poured organic wastes
coming from the pigs and from the hens
enslaved in millions, in the breeding farms,
a healthful soil for infesting weeds;
then some chemicals from industries,
to devour the few oxygen left
among the flowers of death's garden,
down, in the slimy bottom, once sandy;
at last, the bombs of close attack planes
which couldn't find anyone to kill:
what a pity! are you now glad, bloody ape?
come on, improvise a song and a dance
to celebrate the fishes' extermination,
it's so rewarding to unleash the death!
what does it matter if neither your sons
won't have anything to eat, maybe nor you?
acclaim your lord, who is portrayed
in the holy pictures of the Issuing Bank!
he is the one who matters, isn't he?