The ANZAC's

The moonlight glistens over the water,
Pale faced men pray,
They load their riffles.
Saying goodbye not knowing this is the end,
They grounded on the rocky beach,
Shaking their heads in confusion,
They helplessly clumber up cliffs.
Shot like fish in a barrel,
Ashes filled lungs,
Dread filled hearts,
Watching allies drop,
They charge onwards.
They looked towards home,
Diamonds shone in the sky,
From blue to purple to red changed the water.
They will not come back.

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