Axis & Allies - damowords

The Theft of Europe
A train pulls into the stazione,
Out steps Goering in green, silk pantaloons,
To kommandeer the art of the country
& pocket more of Europaʹs dubloons;
These bandit runs
To Reichsbank coffers lieu,
For when they hold they guns would one dare to argue
Our man mountain of perfumed flab
About Golconda lurches,
Conducts a graceful smash & grab
On galleries & churches,
This Raphael, that marble slab
Well‐groomʹd taste entices ‐
With gifted eye he trawls thro gilded stalls
Collecting sepʹrately for his own walls.
He loaded stalwarts of rare art
Into his carriages,
As engines start, to ease his heart,
Thro thick ringed fingers
Bright gems cascade for men self made need re‐assurances.
Piercing the Continent
Where these twin swirling ancyent oceans meet
Charybdis whirls by the rock of Scylla,
Today sail stout ships of the Allied fleet
Across the sunsunk straits of Messina;
Led by th’English
Invading the mainland
Where enslaved peoples wish safe passage for the band.
They cross’d in hush’d tranquillity
Unoppos’d & without fear,
Stood in motor boat led Monty,
Lush shore drawing ever near,
The sloshing sea, the jollity,
A picnic atmosphere…
To cheers they plant the old union flag
& tread the Cardini to the Reichstag.
From the Blue waters of the Nile
To swelt’ring Tripoli,
Mile after mile of Afric trial,
The surge thro Sicily,
The Eighth army has finally set foot in Italy.
Rome
August
1943
Calabria
September 3 rd
1943