Republic Day / Public thing day
Birthday of a State / in which those who defended and protected us must be thanked
But then you need a parade / where you can see the heroes of the day
Which for them means the whole year / even if many don't know it
They are invisible soldiers who fight / and in trenches called lanes they throw themselves
Many of them from the front do not return / but they do not receive the medals and honors they deserve
When a real enemy has finally arrived / they were the first to defend that state
Because we are the latter / they are the state / we are all that / we should remember
About these bitter years / in which to understand who is seriously willing / to fight for us and our loved ones
They don't have ranks or badges / but a white uniform with a pair of gloves and the usual masks
There are no captains or generals / they have no rifles or nuclear bombs
They are called nurses and doctors / physicians and caregivers
People who work day and night / to defeat that virus called death
And when Covid joined the enemy list / once again they became our best friends
Many of them in this war have given a lot / some their own lives
Tell me who else can be called saint / or even just heroes to be celebrated before a crowded square
It would be the ideal / honest / fair / parade to show to people
The unarmed forces / which deserves the applause of a grateful country
My last book: A morte i razzisti (Death to racists)