Hour Ten – The Face of Fascism
We sensed the voice of reaction
but we were still too busy to tell.
It was born from unconscious inaction,
and there was no warning bell
as it planned it’s sickly hell.
But before we noticed it had begun
the flag of Fascism blocked our sun.
We watched as voices spitting bile
grew stronger from our fears.
The Age of Want had been on trial
for far too many years
and out of all those tears
the blame was aimed at innocents:
the marginalised, the transients.
It demanded all the people
be subjected to it’s cause.
Public office and the steeple
all complicit in their flaws
putrid putty in their claws.
But Lefties, gays and refugees
would feel their vicious allegories.
The Face of Fascism’s cancer spread
from Facebook to the street.
The artists tried to warn the dead
the activists tried to meet
till the canons had them beat.
Laws were passed and truth betrayed.
Progress was again delayed.
The Blackboots hit the vulnerable
with slanders, myths and hate.
Historians said: “Incredible!
We witnessed Hitler’s fate…
now he’s knocking at our gate?
But how has this again occurred
when Nuremberg had them interred?”
See, the thing about ‘democracy’:
it hides beneath itself.
The psychopathic plutocracy
must shield it’s ill-got wealth
with cunning and with stealth.
And when the mask is ripped away
it starts to rule another way.
So when you see a Muslim girl
get hammered on a train
or when you hear an idiot hurl
racist slogans at your brain
threats of violence, fear and pain.
Remember: that’s how Hitler started.
Remember that for those departed.
