Depuis six mille ans la guerre
\nPla\u00eet aux peuples querelleurs,
\nEt Dieu perd son temps \u00e0 faire
\nLes \u00e9toiles et les fleurs.<\/p>\n
Les conseils du ciel immense,
\nDu lys pur, du nid dor\u00e9,
\nN\u2019\u00f4tent aucune d\u00e9mence
\nDu c\u0153ur de l\u2019homme effar\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Les carnages, les victoires,
\nVoil\u00e0 notre grand amour ;
\nEt les multitudes noires
\nOnt pour grelot le tambour.<\/p>\n
La gloire, sous ses chim\u00e8res
\nEt sous ses chars triomphants,
\nMet toutes les pauvres m\u00e8res
\nEt tous les petits enfants.<\/p>\n
Notre bonheur est farouche ;
\nC\u2019est de dire : Allons ! mourons !
\nEt c\u2019est d\u2019avoir \u00e0 la bouche
\nLa salive des clairons.<\/p>\n
L\u2019acier luit, les bivouacs fument ;
\nP\u00e2les, nous nous d\u00e9cha\u00eenons ;
\nLes sombres \u00e2mes s\u2019allument
\nAux lumi\u00e8res des canons.<\/p>\n
Et cela pour des altesses
\nQui, vous \u00e0 peine enterr\u00e9s,
\nSe feront des politesses
\nPendant que vous pourrirez,<\/p>\n
Et que, dans le champ funeste,
\nLes chacals et les oiseaux,
\nHideux, iront voir s\u2019il reste
\nDe la chair apr\u00e8s vos os !<\/p>\n
Aucun peuple ne tol\u00e8re
\nQu\u2019un autre vive \u00e0 c\u00f4t\u00e9 ;
\nEt l\u2019on souffle la col\u00e8re
\nDans notre imb\u00e9cillit\u00e9.<\/p>\n
C\u2019est un russe ! \u00c9gorge, assomme.
\nUn croate ! Feu roulant.
\nC\u2019est juste. Pourquoi cet homme
\nAvait-il un habit blanc ?<\/p>\n
Celui-ci, je le supprime
\nEt m\u2019en vais, le c\u0153ur serein,
\nPuisqu\u2019il a commis le crime
\nDe na\u00eetre \u00e0 droite du Rhin.<\/p>\n
Rosbach, Waterloo ! Vengeance !
\nL\u2019homme, ivre d\u2019un affreux bruit,
\nN\u2019a plus d\u2019autre intelligence
\nQue le massacre et la nuit.<\/p>\n
On pourrait boire aux fontaines,
\nPrier dans l\u2019ombre \u00e0 genoux,
\nAimer, songer sous les ch\u00eanes ;
\nTuer son fr\u00e8re est plus doux.<\/p>\n
On se hache, on se harponne,
\nOn court par monts et par vaux ;
\nL\u2019\u00e9pouvante se cramponne
\nDu poing aux crins des chevaux.<\/p>\n
Et l\u2019aube est l\u00e0 sur la plaine !
\nOh ! j\u2019admire, en v\u00e9rit\u00e9,
\nQu\u2019on puisse avoir de la haine
\nQuand l\u2019alouette a chant\u00e9.<\/p>\n
2 juillet.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[463],"poems-book":[445],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9560","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-463","poems-book-les-chansons-des-rues-et-des-bois","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n