The Devil In Mussolini Poem by Marcus Mosiah Garvey

When God did make the world and all
He laid a righteous plan of things:
He never meant to harbour sin
Among mankind with all their kings.
He did establish holy law
To rule the mighty universe,
And everything that He did make
Was bound to follow such a course.
But evil crept into man's life,
And wasted all that Goodness gave,
And strife was stirred between the two
That pressed man into his sad grave:
The Devil and the Lord of Host
Have fought upon the plains of life,
And still we see the conflicts rage
With God on top in every strife.
The Caesars came and went their way,
With Alexander and his kind,
Napoleon did also come
With Mussolini close behind;
The latter devil raised his sword
To bleed a world of peaceful men.
And Roman sin proclaimed him great
For his descent on God's children
This devil in mad human form,
Performs his tricks and deeds with boast:
He prates on Italy's great fame
And challenges the Lord of Host,
The fight goes on between the two,
To end as did the rest before,
For God must win in every cause
That man threatens on any shore.
The time will come when every hand
Will smite the Mad Dog on the head,
And he will pass away to Hell
And leave his stain among the dead.
This Mussolini-devil-man-
Has come from out the darkest cave.
And savage-like, in looks and deeds,
He seeks to take the life God gave.
No soul can this vile madman give,
No creature can he ever make,
Yet he would bleed all men to death
And all for vanity's sole sake.
He leads the march 'gainst black and white,
To crown himself the lord of earth,
But whilst he gains, for just a while,
His triumphs are just devil's mirth.
The time will come to chain his feet
And hands, like all the devil's gone,
And he will be just one more fool
Who from satanic womb was born.
Pray down the Devil of the hills-
The hills of Roman wickedness,
And look to God, the King of Peace,
Who reigns for human blessedness.