ANZAC Poem - Australia/New Zealand Army Corps
Salute
no other way to say
you died with mud jammed
up your nostrils
the blood
of fellow
on you and about you
no sense in your eyes
another troop, bloodlust
the battlefield and the
Mad things
men turn into.
I salute you
a tear runs down my face
I thought perhaps, this time round
I wouldn't witness it again
and I wonder
in fear
is the horror creeping in
and this time
can we finally extend instead
a hand of friendship
and an open heart
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