מ וו ף ף

Yes, madam, I am finished. My star has fallen. I work and I try, yet know that all is but a farce
- Benito Mussolini



Fortune often smiles on the
wicked, as it did on Napoleon,
Hitler and Mussolini for a time:
Megalomaniacs whose charisma
attracts and insanity perverts.

Equally, you mock with each
perfidious breath the sacrifice
of people brutalized by evil.
They gather at your feet,
sensitive and gullible,
who fell into your grasp.
You’ve skewered the hooks
into finer beings than you will ever be;
strung the lines and coerced
the marionettes in an elaborate farce.

Waterloo awaits, the bunker burns,
and when your rescuer comes
not even a gunshot will spare you
the retribution of the noose.