Life at war
Underestimated
Most despicable
Utterly hated
Disease floating
Throughout trenches
Vomit, faeces
Deadly stenches
Rifles attack
Endless killing
Another dead
The next willing
Blood spilt
Enemies made
Bullets released
Death parade
Forced down
Blurred visions
Slowly melting
Mixed decisions
Devouring heat
Dehydration
Trying to recover
Keep concentration
Dizzy heads
Lost the plot
No one cares
Left to rot
Innocent caught
Crossfire blamed
What to do
But be ashamed
Death toll
At its pinnacle
Survivors left
Very minimal
Now finally over
After years on end
So much damage
Impossible to mend
Graveyards full
Headstones galore
Poppies swaying
Hearts are sore
In remembrance
We still pray
Especially on,
A.N.Z.A.C day.
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