Pater noster Our Father who art in heaven Stay there  And we'll stay here on earth  Which is sometimes so pretty  With its mysteries of New York  And its mysteries of Paris  At least as good as that of the Trinity  With its little canal at Ourcq  Its great wall of China  Its river at Morlaix  Its candy canes  With its Pacific Ocean  And its two basins in the Tuileries  With its good children and bad people  With all the wonders of the world  Which are here  Simply on the earth  Offered to everyone  Strewn about  Wondering at the wonder of themselves  And daring not avow it  As a naked pretty girl dares not show herself  With the world's outrageous misfortunes  Which are legion  With legionaries  With torturers  With the masters of this world  The masters with their priests their traitors and their troops  With the seasons  With the years  With the pretty girls and with the old bastards  With the straw of misery rotting in the steel of cannons.
Jacques Prévert
poetry