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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 this day’s slogans fresh upon their lips At dawn advanced upon the remnant walls So thinly held by so the last faithful few 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 of now obedient Rome And to the Quirinal by a passage broad And finally to the Ardeatine Caves
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Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC
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 this day’s slogans fresh upon their lips At dawn advanced upon the remnant walls So thinly held by so the last faithful few 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 of now obedient Rome And to the Quirinal by a passage broad And finally to the Ardeatine Caves
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