World War COVID Guerre mondiale: From WeaponWorld to PeaceWorld; Learner, begin... De la terre en armes au monde paisible ; Apprenti, débute
We live on WeaponWorld. Why not PeaceWorld? How would that work? What should we expect? Has that transition been discussed to your satisfaction, or was it suppressed?
I'm slopping a ladle full of forbidden PeaceWorld Mulligan Stew onto your WeaponWorld prison zinc tray. Next!
Nous habitons la terre en armes. Pourquoi pas au monde paisible ? Comment cela marcherait-il ? Cette transition t'a-t-elle été discutée de façon satisfaisante ou supprimée ?
Je te verse une louchée interdite de Ragout Mulligan du monde paisible sur ton zinc pénitentiaire de la terre en armes. Au suivant !
World War COVID Guerre mondiale: From WeaponWorld to PeaceWorld; Learner, begin... De la terre en armes au monde paisible ; Apprenti, débute
Ballad of the Hanged - Ballade des pendus, by François Villon
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Ballad of the Hanged, Ballade des pendus, by Francois Villon, 1431 - ?
Human brethren who after us subsist,
Harden not your heart against us,
For if pity you took on poor folk like us,
God might more likely grant you pardon.
Watch us strung up here, five, six:
When our flesh over fattened
Is since devoured and rotted,
And bones turned to powder and ash.
No-one laughs at our affliction,
But pray God all would forgive us!
We brothers beg you not hold us in disdain
Though by Justice we’ve been slain.
Anyhow, you must ascertain
That all men do not good sense retain.
Forgive us; we are well nigh on
To the Virgin Mary’s Son;
May His Grace not parch on us,
But spare us Hell’s lightning.
We are dead; no soul vex us.
But pray God all would forgive us!
Rain streaked and bathed us
Sun's blackened and dried
Magpies and crows carved out our eyes
Plucked away beard and brows.
Never more may we sit still
But spun by the wind this way that
Nonstop by its carry,
More fowl-pecked than a silver thimble.
Do not ever join our fraternity, you;
But pray God all would forgive us!
Prince Jheeheesus Who overlords all,
Guard lest Hell master us:
Compel us to deal or settle up.
Man, this here’s no joke,
But pray God all would forgive us!
IN FRENCH
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