Lest We Forget
A deep rumble... echoes through the lands,
The cause a battle, on faraway sands.
As dawn approaches, the soldiers anxiously wait,
Their outlook dim, but their spirits great.
Bullets rain down upon them, here and there a shell,
What these men experience, is nothing but sheer Hell...

Many of these men would never grow old,
But what they left behind was worth more than pure gold:
A future, not for them, but for me and you.
A sacrifice, so noble, yet so true.

Reflecting on the wars, that have ravaged mankind,
There is no denying, that we're in two minds.
Never again, do we wish for such destruction;
The cause of war, a deadly corruption...
But then again, you can never deny,
There's also a feeling, that makes you want to fly:
It's a feeling one could never crack,
And can only be described: "the Spirit of the ANZACs".
This country was saved by men I've never met,
Need I say, "Lest We Forget."