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This poem is a portrait of the kind of fascism we know from the 1930s. It includes two speakers: a narrator, whose words are in regular text, and chanting marchers, whose words are in capital letters.

 

Marchers
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The Marchers

by Ken Sanes

They march through the city.
Each has boots and a gun.
And they dream of the day
when the battle is won.

They march and they chant,
and they announce a new world.
And here’s what they're saying
as their flag is unfurled:

WE ARE THE MARCHERS.
WE ARE ALL THAT YOU SEE.
WE WILL MARCH PASSED YOUR HOUSE
SO OUR LAND CAN BE FREE.

AND WE CALL ON ALL PATRIOTS
TO JOIN IN OUR FIGHT.
WEAR YOUR GUN PROUDLY
AND STAND FOR WHAT’S RIGHT

BECAUSE NOW IS THE TIME
FOR AN EMPIRE OF GOOD
TO PUT WHAT IS WHOLESOME
WHERE EVIL ONCE STOOD.

WE ARE MARCHING TO VICTORY
BECAUSE OUR GOAL IS TO SPREAD,
AND TO HONOR OUR HEROES --
ALL THE LIVING AND DEAD.

That’s what they’re chanting,
filling father’s with pride.
And here come the masses
who now march by their side.

Together they’re marching
for an end to decay.
They march and they chant
for the nation's new day.

Yes, they’re marching together,
and leading the way.
And as their numbers increase,
here’s what they say:

WE ARE THE MARCHERS.
WE ARE ALL THAT YOU SEE.
WE WILL MARCH PASSED YOUR HOUSE
SO OUR LAND CAN BE FREE.

WE WILL CRUSH OUR OPPONENTS ….

And that’s not a lie.
WE WILL CLEAN UP THE CITIES ….
And people will die.

YES, PEOPLE WILL DIE
TO CREATE A NEW WORLD,
AND THE NATIONS WILL BOW
WHEN OUR FLAG IS UNFURLED.


SO LET’S HAVE A ROUNDUP….
Men are led to a wall.
WE WILL POST THEIR CONFESSIONS…
They are lined up, and fall.

…BECAUSE THIS IS THE TIME
TO FORGE A NEW STATE ….

Now carts full of bodies
collapse from the weight.

YES, THIS IS THE TIME FOR US
TO ANSWER OUR CALLING ….
Now cities are burning.
Now nations are falling.

SO HAIL TO OUR LEADER.
HAIL TO FREEDOM AND LOVE.
YES, EVERYONE HAIL HIM
WHO LOOKS DOWN FROM ABOVE.

LONG LIVE THE MOVEMENT
AND OUR MILLENNIAL CULTURE.
VIVA LA MUERTE!
AND DEATH TO THE VULTURE.


That’s what they’re chanting
while mothers are sighing.
But with each step they take,
they step back -- they are dying!

Yes, the marchers are dying
to become what they said.
They are corpses, still marching.
They are living and dead!

Now the land is a graveyard.
The flag is unfurled.
Man alone among beasts
can create his own world.

 


By AGD Markgröningen (Own work)
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