War Down Under

The calling as the light wind blows,
a solemn plead for help it shows,
how this world has come to be,
a place where no survivor is seen,
the sheer crack of a bullet,
soaring through the air,
gives everyone a sense,
of fear and despai,
the smell of dead men,
that lingers in the air,
reminds everyone,
of the brave men who stood there,
I hope and I pray,
that just round the bend,
war Down Under,
will come to an end.

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