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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357401" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A War March</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ow! Wow! Wow!<br>(Funeral note sustained by flutes, suggesting a long-bodied, <br>short-legged, large-headed dog in anguish.)<br>Ow! Wow!<br>We are the people who make the row;<br>We are the nation that skites and brags;<br>Marching the goose-step; waving the falgs.<br>Hoch!<br>We talk too much, and we lose our block,<br>We scheme and spy; we plot, we lie<br>To blow the whoe world into the sky.<br>The Kaiser spouts, and the Junkers rave.<br>Hoch! for the Superman, strong and brave!<br>But what is the use of a Superman,<br>With 'frightfulness' for his darling plan,<br>If he has no cities to burn and loot,<br>No women to ravish, no babies to shoot?<br>Shall treaties bind us against our wish?<br>Rip! Swish!<br>(Violins: Tearing noise as of scraps of paper being destroyed.)<br>Now at last shall the whole world learn<br>Of the cult of the Teuton, strong and stern!<br>Ho! for the Superman running amok!<br>Hoch!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Um - ta, um - ta, tiddley - um - tum!<br>(Uncertain note, as of a German band that has been told to move on.)<br>Pompety - pom pom - tiddeley - um - tum!<br>Way for the 'blond beasts!' Here they come!<br>While big guns thunder the nations' doom.<br>Boom!<br>Room! Room!<br>Room for the German! A place in the sun!<br>He'll play the Devil now he's begun!<br>Ker-r-r-rump!....Bump!...<br>(Drums: Noise of an exploding cathedral.)<br>Ho, the gaping wound and the bleeding stump!<br>Watch the little ones how they jump!<br>While we shoot and stab, and plunder and grab,<br>Spurred by a Kaiser's arrogant gab;<br>While the Glorious Junker<br>Grows drunker,<br>And drunker, on blood.<br>Blood! Blood!<br>Sword or cannon or fire or flood,<br>Never shall stay our conquering feet -<br>On through city and village street -<br>Feet that savagely, madly tread,<br>Over the living; over the dead.<br>Shoot! Shoot!<br>Burn and pillage and slay and loot!<br>To the sound of our guns shall the whole world rock!<br>Hoch!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Shrieks!<br>(Flutes, piccolos and trombones render, respectively, the cries of <br>children, shrieks of women and groans of tortured non-cambatants. <br>Violins wail mournfully.)<br>Shrieks! Shrieks!<br>Hoch der Kaiser! The whole land reeks<br>With tales of torture and savage rape,<br>Of fiends and satyrs in human shape;<br>Fat hands grabbing where white flesh shrinks;<br>And murdered age to the red earth sinks.<br>Kill! Kill!<br>Now at length shall we gorge our fill,<br>And all shall bow to the German will!<br>By the maids we ravish our lust to slake,<br>By the smoking ruin that mark our wake,<br>By the blood we spill,and the hearths we blast....<br>This is The Day! The Day at last!....<br>Praise to God! On our bended knees,<br>We render thaks for boons like these.<br>For God and the Kaiser our cohorts flock!<br>Hoch!<br>(Scrap of German hymn-tune interpolated here.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ach! Donnerwelter! Himmel! Ach!<br>(Medley of indescribable noises rendered by full orchestra, symbolic, <br>partly of a German band that is being severely kicked by an irate householder,<br>and partly innumerable blutwursts suddenly arrested in mid-career.)<br>Ach! Ach!<br>'Dot vos not fair to shoot in der back!'<br>Who is this that as dared to face<br>Our hosts unconquered, and, pace by pace,<br>Presses us backward, and ever back.<br>Over the blasted, desolate rack?<br>What of the plans we planned so well?<br>We looked for victory - this is Hell!<br>Hold! Hold!<br>Mark the heaps of our comrades bold;<br>Look on the corpses of Culture's sons -<br>Martyrs slain by a savage's guns.<br>Respite now, in this feast of death!<br>Time! An Armistice! Give us breath!<br>Nay? Then we cry to the whole wide world,<br>Shame on our foe for a plea denied!<br>Savages! Brutes! Barbarians all!<br>Here shall we fight with our backs to the wall!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Boom! Boom! Boom!<br>(Ten more thousands gone to their doom.)<br>Boom!<br>(Bass drums only, for 679,358 bars, symbolising a prolonged artillery war. <br>Into this there breaks suddenly the frenzied howl of the long-bodied, <br>short-legged, large-deaded dog already mentioned.)<br>Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!<br>We spit on the British here at our gate!<br>Foe of humanity! Curst of the world!<br>On him alone let our hate be hurled!<br>For his smiling sneers at the Junkers' creed,<br>For his cold rebuke to a Kaiser's greed;<br>For his calm disdain of our noble race,<br>We fling our spite in his scornful face.<br>Under the sea and high in the air,<br>Death shall seek for him everywhere;<br>The lurking death in the submarine,<br>The swooping death in the air machine,<br>Alone of them all he had sealed our fate!<br>Hate! Hate! HATE!<br>(Prolonged discord, followed by deep, mysterious silence - imposed by censor - <br>for 793 bars.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Bang!<br>(Deep staccato note as of a bursting blutwurst.)<br>Ow! Wow! Wow!<br>(Dying howl of a stricken hound. Silence again for an indefinite number of <br>bars. Then, in countless bars, saloons, tea-shops, coffee-houses, cafes and <br>restaurants throughout the British Empire and most of Europe, a sudden, loud, <br>triumphant chorus, toned by a note of relief, and dominated by 'The Marseillaise' <br>and 'Tipperary.' A somewhat uncertain but distinctly nasal cheer is heard from<br>the direction of New York.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Peace! Peace!<br>At last the sounds of the big guns cease;<br>At last the beast is chased to his lair,<br>And we breathe again of the good, clean air.<br>The gates have fallen! The Allies win!<br>And the boys are macrhing about Berlin!<br>The Kaiser's down; and the story goes<br>A British Tommy has pulled his nose.<br>The German eagle has got the pip:<br>Vive les Allies!...Hooroo!...Hip! Hip!...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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(Funeral note sustained by flutes, suggesting a long-bodied, 
short-legged, large-headed dog in anguish.)
Ow! Wow!
We are the people who make the row;
We are the nation that skites and brags;
Marching the goose-step; waving the falgs..."></div>
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