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Barcelona

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 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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