Broken hearts are flung to Hell's outpost, <br />Death and desolation tease the land; <br />This is due to Fascists' wildest boast <br />That has plagued mankind on every hand. <br />Down with Mussolini's creed of greed; <br />Down with all his forms of Roman pride; <br />Up with love and charity, in deed, <br />And with all that's true and should abide. <br />War is threatened everywhere we turn; <br />People's hearts are sad in mad despair, <br />Millions work on steel with hands that burn <br />All to cause the deadly things we fear. <br />Kill and kill, and still go killing more, <br />Is the order of the Fascist crew; <br />Kill them all on every foreign shore, <br />Kill them now, and not a paltry few. <br />Now we have the crew of men of might, <br />Blessed by Church and Holy (?) Roman state; <br />All they want are men to always fight, <br />just to make their class forever great. <br />Stop the crew that seeks to wreck all life; <br />Stop the mad dogs at their Roman Game; <br />They who love the blood of human strife <br />Must be stopped in God Almighty's name.<br /><br />Marcus Mosiah Garvey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-hearts-35/
