In dictators’ architecture,

Neat and tidy form seduces.

We make the railways run on time

And chant a patriotic rhyme;

Till gradually we come to see

That freedom’s jumble has its uses.

 

When the inquisitive explore,

The enquiry usually finds,

By asking some awkward questions

And by risking indiscretions,

The one insurmountable truth:

Clean shapes don’t signify clean minds.