When years have passed to shaded memory,
And all reflect on things of yore,
The name of Benito Mussolini
Shall haunt good men on every shore.
Like John, the Devil, to the saintly soul,
The Duce shall flash his fangs of flame,
And every child will find a hiding hole,
In fear of Roman with his name.
(Marcus Mosiah Garvey)
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