Jessie Pope

(18 March 1868 - 14 December 1941 / Leicestershire, England)

Loot! - Poem by Jessie Pope

When Blucher helped us make an end
Of Bonaparte, the common foe,
He came to England as a friend,
About a hundred years ago.
The sight of London fired his breast,
He gazed with eagerness and wonder,
And, brimming with Teutonic zest,
He cried, 'Oh, what a town to plunder! '

Der Tag, however, was not yet.
A century has passed away.
Blucher has settled Nature's debt,
But his example lives to-day
And kindles in the German mind
An altar that there's no uprooting,
Where love of power is enshrined,
Together with a love of looting.

They spoil and pillage, smash and swill ;
And helpless cities they have racked
Must, willy nilly, pay the bill
For the delight of being sacked,
That motto 'Blood and Iron' is done ;
A newer one must be enscrolled ;
The carte de visite of the Hun
Should now be printed, ' Blood and Gold.'

Comments about Loot! by Jessie Pope

  • Susan Williams (12/1/2015 6:19:00 PM)

    May I hazard a guess and say Jessie Pope is not fond of the German personality? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 5, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 5, 2011

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