The Blackest Lie Poem by Jessie Pope
The Blackest Lie
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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Such a terrible time in history portrayed in this ironic poem.
Such a great poem by Jessie Pope, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
Rather grieved than angry, Called her sons to fight, To protect their Fatherland, As was only right. historical.. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
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12/4/2024 3:42:40 AM # 1.0.0
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.