Big bully Belgium, <br />Breathing blood and flame, <br />Crafty as a serpent <br />In a cunning game, <br />Sent a note to England, <br />Sent a note to France, <br />'Let us crush the Fatherland <br />While we have the chance!' <br /> <br />Poor little Germany, <br />Gentle land of peace, <br />Seeking the Millennium, <br />When armaments shall cease ; <br />Rather grieved than angry, <br />Called her sons to fight, <br />To protect their Fatherland, <br />As was only right. <br /> <br />Hurry with the whitewash, <br />Pour it out in streams ! <br />Bleach the ravaged country, <br />Louvain, Antwerp, Rheims ! <br />Belgium concocted war, <br />Thus deserves her fate ! <br />That's the blackest Teuton lie <br />Published up to date.<br /><br />Jessie Pope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blackest-lie/
