My war poem

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