No the men in suits,
in the Members Stand
have written the songs,
and the bleeding choirs are conducted
by police batons
beat the dead horse
the Good Friday effigy
of the honkey again to death,
the straw man you kill
will not cry mercy,
nor the man on the guarded hill
with the new flag
the ridiculous currency,
the not-so-secret police.
- Derek Walcott, ‘The Little Nations’
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