Anzac Day

Oh Garthy Its Anzac Day Again That day Which should be for Old men And best forgotten memories Yet here we are Thinking of you And those members Of that battalion Oh Garthy Its Anzac Day again Another sad day For those That loved you Miss you A Facebook page Doesn’t replace you Or those members Of that battalion Oh Garthy Its Anzac Day again How mothers weep And friends Have troubled sleep A commission Won’t help those Find peace in their hearts For you Or those Of that Lost Battalion Oh Garthy Its Anzac Day again The Day I keep thinking That help was so close But you So far away If only I could Of taught you How to replace Trauma and pain With meaning And let it go But Go you did The friends and family You left To pick up pieces of others Left traumatised And in pain The ripples Of our actions Beyond the selfishness Of the tunnel view You had And those Of that battalion I was sad I was angry I was traumatised To learn the Truth The failure Of command That boosted The numbers Of that lost Battalion Oh Garthy Its Anzac Day again Some of us remember Some of us mourn Members of that Battalion That no one Wants to own No one wants to lead And no one wants to mention Yet You all live on In the hearts Of those You left behind Its Anzac Day Again Lest we forget In Memory of Pte Daniel Garforth And those Of that Battalion