ANZAC POEM
Saw the soldiers fight to war,
At night march through the forest
walking to the sea,
Leaping in the boat and paddling to
outer sea,
Young men without a worry
As if it was a game
But it only took a bullet to remind
them why they came,
Sick soldiers were lying on the
ground cannons and bullets flying around in the dark sky,
Aiming for sick soldiers like me.
By Rigved
