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A spectre is haunting Europe - the spectre of nationalism:
Painted poltergeist prancing to a bombast's tune,
It's a mocked-up mockery, an am-dram totem.
If Satan showed up, it'd surely demote him.
For hours each day, the fools bow and pray -
In place of churches they constructed casinos
And shopping malls. Et in arcadès ego.
These establishments offer most peculiar prizes
In England's name, and all such names.
The slot machines rest upon axles and stilts
Which keep them amply raised above the tide
Of blood. Otherwise they'd need to keep glancing down,
These merrymaking gamesters, these jokers, these clowns,
And then where would they be? Down a few pounds.