The Blackest Lie Poem by Jessie Pope

The Blackest Lie

Rating: 3.3


Big bully Belgium,
Breathing blood and flame,
Crafty as a serpent
In a cunning game,
Sent a note to England,
Sent a note to France,
'Let us crush the Fatherland
While we have the chance!'

Poor little Germany,
Gentle land of peace,
Seeking the Millennium,
When armaments shall cease ;
Rather grieved than angry,
Called her sons to fight,
To protect their Fatherland,
As was only right.

Hurry with the whitewash,
Pour it out in streams !
Bleach the ravaged country,
Louvain, Antwerp, Rheims !
Belgium concocted war,
Thus deserves her fate !
That's the blackest Teuton lie
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Richter 05 February 2015

hahaha! Immaculate! And I heartily agree with her whimsical deduction: The reasons behind WW1 are incredibly stupid, but no much more than Germany's zest to conquer all.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 16 October 2018

Such a great poem by Jessie Pope, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

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Dr Antony Theodore 19 December 2020

Rather grieved than angry, Called her sons to fight, To protect their Fatherland, As was only right. historical.. tony

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Eric Nelson Manley Shelman 16 October 2018

Fanastic write, Jessie Pope! I loved it!

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Sarah Persson 16 October 2018

Love this poem, brilliant piece of work

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H Seeking 16 October 2018

Interesting work Jessie Pope

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Adrian Flett 16 October 2018

Such a terrible time in history portrayed in this ironic poem.

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