Hallelujah you played
Gold tokens, ends meet made
Propensities for conspicuous consumption fade
Your accordion you play, those halcyon days
The line to the palace, ostentation prevails
Carlos the III built to impress, hail
To your king before your monarch goes frail
Fascism bellowed from the Greek balconies
Prosperous murmurs, suffering for peace
Forget the decorum and praise
Even Napoleon gave to this maze
To toil through a republic, nationalistic veins
Tradition survives
Respect and pride
Necessary relics of the Lord of Flies
/Yasmine Ayman