Conflicts End

Neath a distant sun drenched sky where the Southern Cross is seen Two armies face to face they meet on a battlefield pure and green Fear of defeat is etched down deep on each brave warrior’s face As they wait the signal to engage their weapons they embrace With green and gold held on high one fights for their native land The other fights for God and Country on an alien foreign strand Each man lives in his own thoughts as they wait for the command They know that all depends on them this is the their final stand A final pause an awesome hush then the order comes to engage Fearless toe to fearless toe their wicked war they do wage The soulful sound of leather is heard striking willow crafted true If strife were decided on this oval ground all war we could eschew