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OGRES

 

Legends of our ancestors spoke of ogres

Horrible ogres, people-eaters.

History speaks of races of savages

In the depth of the great forest: people-eaters.

Horrible and disgusting to think about.

However there is in our midst, near to us

People eating people. Alive, yes, Ogres

Sucking their blood until the last drop.

And they strangle and comb and scrape and skin

Them until the last penny.

And you, work if you want, night and day, without rest

Like a work-horse. Worse.

Sunday, holiday, everyday without rest.

No rest other than the cemetery.

While they promenade, circulate, go

Like lightning in their cars here,

There, according to their pleasure.

The Ogres.

And you, poor soul, be careful not to be

On their path with your old cart

Or you old mare...

Watch out! Or you will be crushed like an egg,

Like a mushroom!

 Well, you see well enough

The road there is entirely theirs...

Yet with a little luck, you might be able

To cross with a shower of insults,

In French of course

That's a civilized language.

 

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