They made their way by sea, they were ambushed on sight.
They were shot down brutally, falling in dawn’s light.
Finding cover to avoid the storm of shells –
They retaliated and fought for those hills!

Dragged to the battle by conflict of powers,
They were housed by a trench; bullets raging in showers.
Untimely slaughtered by the element of surprise,
They bravely fought on – ignoring the horror before their eyes.

Uncles, Brothers, Grand-dads, Fathers, Sons,
We all knew them somehow; yes… they were the ones –
That sacrificed their lives, or watched their friends die,
They will live on, though, in the hearts of you and I...

They had half a chance, but grabbed it with both hands,
Not giving up ’til their blood covered the sand.
They fought valiantly, heavy packs on their backs,
Need I mention… They were the ANZACs.