Barcelona

 The night before I left Milan
A mob jammed the Cathedral Square,
And high the tide of passion ran
As politics befouled the air.

A seething hell of human strife,
I shrank back from its evil core,
Seeing in this convulsive life
The living seeds of war.


To Barcelona then I came,
And oh the heavenly release!
From conflict and consuming flame
I knew the preciousness of peace.

Such veneration for the law!
How decorous was every one!
And then (significant) I saw
Each copper packed a tommy gun.


Well, maybe it is best that way.

Peace can mean more than liberty:
These people, state-directed, may
Be happier than those more free.

When politics wield evil grip,
And warring factions rise and fall,
Benevolent dictatorship
May be the answer, after all.

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