Abyssinia
(18th August, 1935)

Those vultures of the West have yet to learn What poisons lurk in Abyssinia’s corpse, That rotting carcass ready to fall in pieces.

Civilization’s zenith, nadir of virtue; In our world pillage is the nation’s trade, Each wolf aprowl for inoffensive lambs.

Woe to the shining honour of the Church, For Rome has shivered it in the market-place! Sharp-clawed, oh Holy Father, is the truth.