TO HIS EASTERN AND WESTERN ADVERSARIES
Does crime of Mussolini seem so odd to age,
Without cause all the chaste are put to rage?
Why does pot feet offence, if kettle has a blot,
Our culture same - I kettle and you pot?
My craze for Empire makes you sneer and frown,
But walls of weak states, you too have brought down.
Whose monarchy such wondrous tricks does own.
The royal seat exists, no king or crown?
The sons of Caesar watered reedy sands,
You did not leave untaxed barren lands.
You pillaged tents of nomads, who little own
Ravaged peasant's crops, looted throne and crown.
You plundered, slaughtered in culture's way,
You did it previous day' I do today.