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.