The Anzac Spirit

The Spirit soars above the earth As silence now pervades its girth Each battlefield has spat its hate Broken earth and lives given up to hate And the Spirit now collects their souls Each gently taken as bugles roll For those we loved have gone on now As time and life passes as God allows But the Spirit remains to guide us on To keep the faith in a never ending song For righteous truth will triumph still Against oppression as the Spirit wills We hope for an end to all war we sought To stand in defence of ourselves is a peace they bought Our against the oppressor’s sword Is the Spirit’s legacy that can’t be ignored. © Paul Warren Poetry