Classic Poem

The day of gloom is here, O Lord!
And brought by wicked man to earth;
The Mussolini murder sword
Has doomed the Saviour's Holy birth.
The Rome that claims the Tree of Love
Has blessed the murderer's awful deed;
What blasphemy of God, above,
To satisfy a Caesar's greed?
While sober men do seek the way
Of Love and Holy Brotherhood,
There comes another “Roman day”
To spoil and rob us of the good.
Afric's Christian children cry,
To save us Lord from Rome and sin;
Do lead us on, yea, not to die,
But with the Cross to make us win.
The Blacks of all the world do praise
The Prince of Peace, for love so dear;
As Simon did in bygone days,
So do for us, and be Thou near.
The bluff of Rome's new human Scourge
Has reached to Heaven's inner Gate;
We pray he will not cross the gorge
That shields our father's ancient State.