Renaissance.

So it must have been after the birth of the Ku Klux Klan

In the first, bright light, the spellbound hugged themselves

In their fields of late-cropped hate

That simple light that won the fight with a whinnying voice

Honoured among plutocrats, mob presidents and rightists

Under the new-laid laws and new-laid happiness

Running dogs of capitalism ran in their heedless ways

In the windfall light, their chants ran astray

Time allows a lull, for all that was white, more light

Before children can no longer be gay

Follow up with God’s grace

Let necessary evil have its Sabbath

Let new Jerusalem have its day

Armageddon shines eternally bright

Golden mushroom clouds rolling out of sight—Judgement Day.