ANZAC poem
from the cities,
from the towns.
from the farms,
and from all around.
they swarmed in their droves
to sign their names away
to a story that was golden.
to a story that was sold.
so it was said to them;
"you`ll be home in time to sit around the Christmas tree."
"don't be touched by the coward's hand."
"stand up and be a man."
you must do it for king and country.
we promise you of excitement, adventures
across the seas they sailed,
to land in some foreign bay
of a land far, far away.
with its stretch of suicidal sand,
it`s hills that echoed with gunfire.
Johnny The Turk was awaiting.
for it was his land they were on,
and every man has a right to defend his home.
but orders were orders
and they had to respect them.
no matter what was the cost.
they soon realised their dreams were
quickly turning into their nightmares.
and watched as their innocence
flew away on a demons wing.
as they bore witness to man`s
inhumanity, towards fellow man.
had they found hades abode.
the days turned into weeks.
the weeks turned into months.
summer into winter.
so they had to accept this was their
home, away from home.
now their story is etched in stone.
with teary eyes we remember
those who never again saw home.
their heads rest deep, in some far
off foreign soil.
it was a sacrifice and no-one had a win
but I suppose in war no-one wins
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remembering the ANZAC`s...lest we forget
Copyright © Markus Jay | Year Posted 2025
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