Poem

johnhall johnhall at isomedia.com
Fri Apr 18 22:45:50 PDT 2003


I guess fork doesn't want to be on the 'Bcc' line.
 

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Eleven thousand soldiers 
lay beneath the dirt and stone, 
all buried on a distant land 
so far away from home. 

For just a strip of dismal beach 
they paid a hero's price, 
to save a foreign nation 
they all made the sacrifice. 

And now the shores of Normandy 
are lined with blocks of white 
Americans who didn't turn 
from someone else's plight. 

Eleven thousand reasons 
for the French to take our side, 
but in the moment of our need, 
they chose to run and hide. 

Chirac said every war means loss, 
perhaps for France that's true, 
for they've lost every battle 
since the days of Waterloo. 

Without a soldier worth a damn 
to be found in the region, 
the French became the only land 
to need a Foreign Legion. 

You French all say we're 
arrogant. 
Well hell, we've earned the 
right-- 
We saved your sorry nation 
when you lacked the guts to 
fight. 

But now you've made a big 
mistake, 
and one that you'll regret; 
you took sides with our enemies, 
and that we won't forget. 

It wasn't just our citizens 
you spit on when you turned, 
but every one of ours who fell 
the day the towers burned. 

You spit upon our soldiers, 
on our pilots and Marines, 
and now you'll get a little sense 
of just what payback means. 

So keep your Paris fashions 
and your wine and your champagne, 
and find some other market 
that will buy your aeroplanes.. 

And try to find somebody else 
to wear your French cologne, 
for you're about to find out 
what it means to stand alone. 

You see, you need us far more 
than we ever needed you. 
America has better friends 
who know how to be true. 

I'd rather stand with warriors 
who have the will and might, 
than huddle in the dark with 
those 
whose only flag is white. 

I'll take the Brits, the Aussies, 
the Israelis and the rest, 
for when it comes to valor 
we have seen that they're the 
best.. 

We'll cou nt on one another 
as we face a moment dire, 
while you sit on the sideline 
with a sign "friendship for 
hire." 

We'll win this war without you 
and we'll total up the cost, 
and take it from your foreign 
aid, 
and then you'll feel the loss. 

And when your nation starts to 
fall, 
well Frenchie, you can spare us, 
just call the Germans for a hand, 
they know the way to Paris.

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