The Blackest Lie
(The Frankfurter Zeitung states that Belgium intrigued with England and France to drag Germany into
IG 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 Published up to date.
Jessie Pope
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