FASCISM
Can the works of love
Live in the fog of fascism?
In the boiling vapours of hate
Which seep into the fabric of harmony
Where no green hills nor panoramic views
Can compete with the symmetry of Hitler’s plazas
And the waving bands of swastikas
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