-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.
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.
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.
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.