Jacques du Lumerie
Sonnet- 'Fusil Qui Porte A Mille Metres'. - Poem by Jacques du Lumerie
It is beautiful how they shot the child
With a rifle that has the range of a thousand yards
There he was, a chubby little fellow,
Walking on his way to school;
It was natural he should have shouted
Something offensive about the German people
The day after his friend was carted off
Because he had had a Jewish nose.
A bright ten-year old, too young even to understand
What soldiers were on the streets of Paris for.
One shot, that all it took from a gun,
One shot, and a smile of satisfaction,
That there was no waste, because bullets cost a lot
From the rifle with the range of a thousand yards.
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