When Blucher helped us make an end <br />Of Bonaparte, the common foe, <br />He came to England as a friend, <br />About a hundred years ago. <br />The sight of London fired his breast, <br />He gazed with eagerness and wonder, <br />And, brimming with Teutonic zest, <br />He cried, 'Oh, what a town to plunder! ' <br /> <br />Der Tag, however, was not yet. <br />A century has passed away. <br />Blucher has settled Nature's debt, <br />But his example lives to-day <br />And kindles in the German mind <br />An altar that there's no uprooting, <br />Where love of power is enshrined, <br />Together with a love of looting. <br /> <br />They spoil and pillage, smash and swill ; <br />And helpless cities they have racked <br />Must, willy nilly, pay the bill <br />For the delight of being sacked, <br />That motto 'Blood and Iron' is done ; <br />A newer one must be enscrolled ; <br />The carte de visite of the Hun <br />Should now be printed, ' Blood and Gold.'<br /><br />Jessie Pope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loot-4/
