For those who only know your color, red flag,
you have to really exist, because he exists:
who was covered in scabs and sores covered with ,
the laborer becomes a beggar, the Neapolitan
Calabria, the Calabrian African
the illiterate a buffalo or a dog.
Who knew just your color, red flag,
not going to know you more, even with the senses:
you who already has many glories bourgeois and workers, becomes again
rag, and the poorer you waving.
Pier Paolo Pasolini La religione del mio tempo, 1961
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