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*The devil supp’d from this CUP before* A-Poem

By Hassen Lorgat 

Granting a peace prize to a megalomaniac is not new.
The devil supped from this cup before.

Infantino’s recent scheme is not new—
to adorn a medal of honour,
“the first FIFA peace prize.”
The FIFA leader, bootlicker-in-chief,
a scorer of own goals.
But history records this is not the first time:
The devil has supped from this cup before.
Some ninety-one years ago.

Il Duce, The Leader,
always yearned for such a prize,
so he birthed his own trophy.

1934: “won” the Coppa del Duce,
six times larger than the World Cup,
designer-made to fit his size.
So, sadly, Donald—you lose again.

The Coppa del Duce, The Leader,
and his Blackshirts, the Ultras
of fascist fury, told brazen tales
of the despot’s glory, lies
of making the world safe for democracy
while rivers of fear silenced the enemy within,
and red—the colour of resistance—
flowed from the gutted veins of decency.

FIFA and the infantile cabal
may control their tiny boardrooms,
but fascism is getting a beating in the streets.

We, the true lovers of this beautiful game,
remain steadfast at the barricades,
marching under our banner,
bellowing: ¡No Pasarán! ¡No Pasarán!

The saluto romano—the fascist salute—
will be cut down to size.
It will not be raised before us again.
We will sing and chant from here, there,
and everywhere—from the sidewalks
and in the stands.

We remain the thorn in the flesh
of their dwindling conscience.
We are the daily reminder to all tyrants:
those who enthrone themselves
will not last forever.

This is not a poem. This is a warning
that will be repeated in chants and songs,
at all times, every day.
It lives, uncomfortably, in those who wear the crown.

12.12.25 | Hassl

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