(Benito Mussolini)

“IL DUCE”

 

 

Forged back in time

History to create, he made reforms,

That saved the State

His Fascist movement would,

Seal his fate.

 

Black shirts, brown shirts all the same

Don’t need your votes, we shall remain.

Opposition disappears; a nation now is filled with tears

Democracy was dealt a blow, censor the press,

They’ll never know.

 

The League of Nations isolate

“IL Duce’s” atrocities to fellow states

Allied with the Fűhrer, subservient ways

World war two was calling,

In battle he engaged.

 

He took defeat from all around

On a downward spiral, that wasn’t planned 

His loyal supporter’s turned away

The force of nature had, had his day.

 

In forty-five it was the end

For “IL Duce” and his  “Fűhrer” friend.

Milan would call him one last time,

Piazza Loreto saw him upside-down.

 

Do as we say,

Not as we do.

This was Benito’s,

Fascist view.

 

 

© Carmine Grimshaw