-Joyeux Noël- opening Warmonger poems

I have recommended this movie a lot of times and now that Christmas has come around it’s time to watch it again and bawl my eyes out.

French poem:

Child, upon these maps do heed

This black stain to be effaced

Omitting it, you would proceed

Yet better it in red to trace

Later, whatever may come to pass

Promise there to go you must

To fetch the children of Alsace

Reaching out their arms to us

May in our fondest France

Hope’s green saplings to branch

And in you, dear child, flower

Grow, grow, France awaits its hour.

English poem

To rid the map of every trace

Of Germany and of the Hun,

We must exterminate that race.

We must not leave a single one.

Heed not their children’s cries.

Best slay all now, the women, too

Or else, someday again they’ll rise

Which, if they’re dead, they cannot do.

German poem:

One enemy is our’s, and one alone,

yet he chisels Germany’s gravestone.

Full of hatred his breast, full of envy to the bone.

One enemy is our’s, and one alone.

Now the malefactor lifts his murderous hand,

his name, you know him, is England.

The worse part is that all these poems weren’t invented for the movie they were true and existing and said by little European children in those times so ugly… Never again.