There Is Poetry In A Pork Chop

It Was Announced As A French Victory By The French Minister Of War. I Did Not See Any Sign Of Victory But Only The Retreat Of The French Forces Engaged In The Battle.

I Am Going To Fight - I, A Socialist And Syndicalist - So That We Shall Make An End To War, So That The Little Ones Of France Will Sleep In Peace, And The Women Go Without Fear.

If There Is Anything I've Learned, Is That Piety Is Smarter Than Hate, That Mercy Is Preferable Even To Justice Itself, That If You Go Around The World With Friendly Look, One Does Good Friends.

But Do You Know, I Shall Not Be Sorry To Die. I Shall Be Glad, Monsieur. And Why Glad, You Ask? Because I Love France And Hate The Germans Who Have Put This War On Us.

There Is Poetry In A Pork Chop To A Hungry Man.