Saturday, November 14, 2015

Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité


Allons enfants de la Patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrivé !
Contre nous de la tyrannie,
L'étendard sanglant est levé, (bis)
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
Mugir ces féroces soldats ?
Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras
Égorger nos fils, nos compagnes !

Aux armes, citoyens,
Formez vos bataillons,
Marchons, marchons !
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons !

2 comments:

  1. The words of "Le Marseillaise" seem to fit this moment even though the song is a call to arms. I wonder if it is even possible to parley with the deluded men who have led The Islamic State to such evil. Where is it all leading?

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  2. It is all, so, utterly heart-breaking.

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