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.