There were four men
searching for truth
They all knew
that sixteen hundred years before
Someone was asked
by a washing hands' man
to say what was the truth.
One of them
is on the tower of Pisa
which is still bending
since then
'cause he refused
to declare the earth is flat
to the clergy men
to the rappers of truth
Several miles away
another one is convicted
by other false truth holders
he has lost his wife
he's lost his goods
he's lost his freedom
and he's Lost Paradise
And Torquato
has been serving
for seven years through
in a madhouse
for his poetry was full of truth.
The fourth man lies
straight and tall
in the middle of a square
where his unfortunate harsh
took the place of the flowers
He seems to warn the passing-bys:
"Please, mind the truth!"
”to burn is not to refute” ~ Giordano Bruno’s last words
Burnt alive at the stake for mere dissent,
Bruno’s soul returns to question the church,
why he was killed just for his strange accent,
which but explored a new path for God-search,
stating love’s peace dove, in all hearts does perch.
Hymns of psalms and music from Krishna’s flute,
both whisper love songs that soul may reboot
and so path any, does not God’s light shine
on all of mankind, that hearts contribute
to align souls under the oneness sign?
As Michael slay the dragon under God's command
Reni and Palumbo outstretched their hands
As that ancient serpent was finally cast away
Young Jacopo the dyer painted all the day
As the seraph vanquished the devil forever
Raphael began his draught board endeavor
Finally the mighty spear had met its principal foe
And the brush met the canvas for Giordano
If on this planet
The secret of life had never been born
If evolution hadn't yielded humanity
If the Trojans had refused to accept
The gift of Greeks
And Brutus hadn't joined the conspiracy
To kill Caesar
If Pilate hadn't condemned Christ
And Henry the Eighth wasn't taken with Ann Boleyn
If the Church hadn't burned Giordano Bruno
And the sword of Laertes wasn't poisoned
If Columbus hadn't searched for India in the west
And de Grouchy's army wasn't late at Waterloo
If Hitler never had his crazy ideas
And communism had never become a suicidal monster
If men hadn't destroyed the planet on which they live
And nations were never divided
By religion, ethnicity and money
If you hadn't said "yes" to me
On that blessed early day
All in this world would have changed
And someone else
Different from me
Would be singing this song
Differently
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