They raised their arm in Nazi salute,

in childish effect, the stupid vanity

driven action of the absurd

and the easily led, upon the beauty

of St. George’s Hall and my body

shivered with the cold of a February day

in which had turned sour; in which took on

a desperate meaning

as we are once more confronted

by the idle in thought few,

by those that pander to the flag

and who don’t understand

its consequence and the reasons

for making sure they are to be seen