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ANZAC poem 2
..they were sent by those who sat upon pedestals so high whose life was sheltered and dry and saw the new days bright shining light and they were the ones... who kept their hands fresh and clean by sending others to do their evil bidding in a another's land, a land far from home no...they were not the ones who saw a sea ebb and flow...red and watched as the tide washed up broken bodies climbed the cliffs as hell rained down from above who watched as the blood poured from the lifeless bodies of their mates no...they were not the ones who waited for the dreaded whistle blow the sound that could signal the end of your days and trotted through the blood soaked mud thinking your next step could be your last no...they were not the ones who saw summer be replace by winterr lived in the muddy trenches of hell wearing the wet and cold as a second skin smelling death and fending off cat sized rats saw the mundane days became a war within a war no...they weren't the one's... and...they were not the ones... who woke screaming at night drenched in sweat reliving their journeys through hell had the vacant stare with a tremor tortured body a young life taken by a hidden plague no...they did not... forged a new culture for a nation be written into folklore and be called courageous valiant heroes --------------------------------------------------------- remembering the ANZAC`s...lest we forget
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