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20 September 1870 Like vultures hovering over the faithful dead The rank red rags of base repression hung Upon the blast-breeched walls of captive Rome; The smoke of conquest fouled the ancient streets While mocking conquerors marched their betters At the point of enlightened bayonets To the scientific future, murdering those Who bore themselves with quiet dignity. False, sinister Savoy sneered in disdain At ancient truths, this costumed reprobate Who played at soldier once the firing ceased, And claimed Saint Peter’s patrimony on The corpses of the merely useful who With today’s slogans fresh upon their lips At dawn advanced upon the remnant walls So thinly held by the last legionaries And thus befeathered fat Vittorio Was given his victory by better men On both sides there, their corpses looted by The pallid inheritors of Progress. The son of a Sardinian spurred his horse Along the streets to take enforced salutes, And to the Quirinal by a passage broad, And finally to the Ardeatine Caves.
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Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 7:49 AM UTC
20 October 1870
20 September 1870 Like vultures hovering over the faithful dead The rank red rags of base repression hung Upon the blast-breeched walls of captive Rome; The smoke of conquest fouled the ancient streets While mocking conquerors marched their betters At the point of enlightened bayonets To the scientific future, murdering those Who bore themselves with quiet dignity. False, sinister Savoy sneered in disdain At ancient truths, this costumed reprobate Who played at soldier once the firing ceased, And claimed Saint Peter’s patrimony on The corpses of the merely useful who With today’s slogans fresh upon their lips At dawn advanced upon the remnant walls So thinly held by the last legionaries And thus befeathered fat Vittorio Was given his victory by better men On both sides there, their corpses looted by The pallid inheritors of Progress. The son of a Sardinian spurred his horse Along the streets to take enforced salutes, And to the Quirinal by a passage broad, And finally to the Ardeatine Caves.
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Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 7:49 AM UTC
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