Ode ai Migliori di Piergiorgio Longato

                                                 Ode ai Migliori

                                                   Non ti vedo

                                                   Parlamento,

                                                   non ti sento.

                                                   Sulla Carta

                                                   sei centrale

                                                   (meno male!)

                                                   ma talvolta

                                                   (forse … spesso?)

                                                   estromesso,

                                                   marginale,

                                                   in disparte

                                                   messo ad arte

                                                   da coloro

                                                   (i Signori)

                                                   che fan fuori

                                                   l’escrescenze

                                                   ritenute

                                                   sprovvedute

                                                   e c’infilano

                                                   i magliari

                                                   per affari

                                                   con l’appoggio

                                                   a dire il vero

                                                   dell’Impero

                                                   che da lungi

                                                   sovrintende

                                                   e lo pretende … 

                                                   La pretesa?

                                                   E’ presto detto:

                                                   sai chi metto

                                                   a comandare?

                                                   Un banchiere,

                                                   finanziere

                                                   assoldato

                                                   su due piedi:

                                                   ma lo vedi?

                                                   E’ il Migliore!

                                                   Un eletto

                                                   prediletto

                                                   dalla Troika,

                                                   dai Mercati

                                                   (sian lodati!).

                                                   Dal Signore

                                                   forse unto …

                                                   per l’appunto!

                                                   Quanti elogi

                                                   sui giornali

                                                   (tutti uguali):

                                                   è arrivato

                                                   il salvatore,

                                                   il fautore

                                                   di riforme

                                                   e di ristori

                                                   ancor maggiori

                                                   come chiede

                                                   con vigore

                                                   e con fervore

                                                   la congrega

                                                   dei Migliori:

                                                   prima fuori,

                                                   ora ai posti

                                                   di comando

                                                   sghignazzando

                                                   al sol pensiero

                                                   del bottino:

                                                   che destino

                                                   fortunato!

                                                   Con l’aiuto

                                                   ottenuto

                                                   (ma che dico?!)

                                                   Si è trattato

                                                   del dettato

                                                   perentorio

                                                   che ha sancito

                                                   e stabilito

                                                   che di Conti

                                                   si fa a meno

                                                  e sul treno

                                                   dei Migliori

                                                   sol piu’ maghi …

                                                   né mai paghi …!!!!

                                                   Qualche cenno

                                                   ulteriore

                                                   – fior da fiore –

                                                  

                                                   alla squadra

                                                   dei Divini

                                                   sopraffini

                                                   che dall’alto

                                                   ci accudisce

                                                   e custodisce.

                                                   Va da sé

                                                   che l’inizio

                                                   piu’ propizio

                                                   spetti al grande

                                                   decorato

                                                   e venerato

                                                   generale

                                                   degli alpini

                                                   che ai vaccini

                                                   sovrintende:

                                                   di ospedale

                                                   in ospedale

                                                   gira in tuta

                                                   tutto fiero

                                                   per l’intero

                                                   nostro suolo:

                                                   dai cannoni …

                                                   ai miei polmoni!

                                                   A seguire

                                                   nella lista

                                                   entra in pista

                                                   il tagliator

                                                   di fannulloni

                                                   che a milioni

                                                   anni or sono

                                                   impietoso

                                                   e assai iroso

                                                   insultava

                                                   con offese

                                                   a piu’ riprese.

                                                   Or li ama:

                                                   che portento

                                                   lo strumento

                                                   del potere!

                                                   Muta il volto,

                                                   non piu’ stolto

                                                   ma la faccia

                                                   – così posta –

                                                   resta tosta!!!

                                                   Nel governo

                                                   dei potenti

                                                   e dei portenti

                                                   a trattar

                                                   coi territori

                                                   rosa (!) e mori

                                                   è comparsa

                                                   un po’ a sorpresa

                                                   – mai arresa!-

                                                   la signora

                                                   che in passato

                                                   ha coniugato

                                                   senza tema:

                                                   distruzione

                                                   e istruzione

                                                   (quella pubblica

                                                   ovviamente):

                                                   non per niente

                                                   ripescata

                                                   dai Migliori

                                                   è sugli allori.

                                                   Resta dunque

                                                   il quesito

                                                   mai sopito:

                                                   nell’italico

                                                   stivale

                                                   quanto vale

                                                   il suffragio

                                                   cosiddetto

                                                   universale?

                                                   Assai poco

                                                   a quanto vedo

                                                   – e ti credo!? –

                                                   A regnare 

                                                   – non  votati –

                                                   i Mercati.

                                                   Sempre loro!

                                                   Onnipotenti,

                                                   mai contenti

                                                   -vedi Grecia-

                                                   sanguinari:

                                                   o la impari

                                                   bene o male

                                                   la lezione

                                                   che ti s’impone

                                                   o rassègnati:

                                                   sei fuori

                                                   quindi muori!

                                                   Dai miliardi

                                                   di Brussel

                                                   – grazie al ciel! –

                                         

                                                   si riparte

                                                   ma attenzione:

                                                   transizione

                                                   vuole dire

                                                   per costoro

                                                   (tutti in coro)

                                                   in sostanza

                                                   piu’ privato,

                                                   esentato

                                                   da controlli

                                                   rilevanti

                                                   e sacrosanti:

                                                   piu’ cemento,

                                                   strade e ponti

                                                   sopra i mari,

                                                   su dai monti!

                                                   Dalle Alpi

                                                   allo Stretto

                                                   il concetto

                                                  

                                                   è sempre quello:

                                                   il profitto

                                                   dritto dritto

                                                   quatto quatto

                                                   ricompare

                                                   a ben guardare

                                                   mascherato:

                                                  si scrive  “Green Deal”,

                                                   si legge piu’ PIL!!

                                                   Tutto questo

                                                   un po’ sgomento

                                                   io rammento

                                                   e ribadisco:

                                                   non ti sento

                                                   Parlamento,

                                                   né ti vedo,

                                                   offuscato e

                                                   scavalcato

                                                   dalla cricca

                                                   esclusiva

                                                   e molto schiva

                                                   dei supremi:

                                                   gli Eletti …

                                                   mai eletti!!

                                                   Ora basta!

                                                   Ridar peso

                                                   al vilipeso

                                                   organismo

                                                   assembleare

                                                   può aiutare.

                                                   Questo è quanto.

                                                   Come fare?

                                                   Ritornare

                                                   quanto prima

                                                   al sistema

                                                   senza tema

                                                   in assoluto

                                                   egualitario,

                                                   mai elitario:

                                                   il sistema

                                                   elettorale

                                                   proporzionale!

                                                   A gran voce

                                                   riasserire

                                                   e ribadire:

                                                   il sistema

                                                   elettorale

                                                   proporzionale!!

                                                  

Piergiorgio Longato è tra i soci fondatori di “Volere la luna”, fino all’anno scorso  responsabile di una Biblioteca civica nell’area metropolitana torinese.  Dagli anni ’70 del secolo scorso impegnato nelle lotte ambientaliste, antinucleari e pacifiste.