. . A Broadside Drawn up before us, proud and sure, Costumed in their haute couture, And sporting all the best coiffures, With colours purple and azure, Loom the powers of disarray, Armed with bromide and cliché, With which to tar or to gainsay Whomever pines for yesterday. Though theirs is the academy, Our economic strategy, Political anatomy, And all the latest gadgetry; So too, of course, the printing press, The movie house, the new noblesse, The creeds and screeds we must profess— Lest they make public your address! Nonetheless, as arsenals go, Our own can surely strike a blow: We’ve all the minds of long ago— Schiller, Thales, Cicero. Wits renowned are in our ranks; Their words our guns, their truths our tanks. To whom, then, do our foes owe thanks? Why, sophists and investment banks! Two thousand years stand on our side, Two thousand years shall be our guide, To make us bold and crystal-eyed In launching every fierce broadside Against the powers of anarchy, Whose ‘progress’ lies in entropy, And whose ‘right side of history’ Belongs to rot and atrophy! And though their might may seem outsized, They’ve might alone to criticise, To alchemise and to disguise As ‘love’ their wild lust to despise. And though, likewise, we now seem meek, We’ve latent force of Roman, Greek, Of Templars with their chaste mystique, And all the knights of days antique. Have, therefore, no angst or fears, For all they wield are slings and smears Against the might of truths and spears And wisdom of two thousand years. . . Peter Lillios resides in Sound Beach, New York. He is an auditor by profession.