ANZAC poems

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Hi, I am recruit Burford from 44 ACU, and I am new to this website. For my first post I would like to share these poems I made for Anzac day. Even though Anzac day was last month, I would still like your opinion. I have two poems and here they are:


The ANZAC spirit

As I grab my rifle prepare for the fight
As I do not know which nation is right
For there are so many wrongs in war
It’s hard to tell who you’re fighting for
Yet the answer is so clear
There is still a fear
As war changes boys into men
Will my wife remember me?
My child only just turned ten
Will the war ever end and return to the way it use to be?
We landed at Gallipoli, the blokes charge to reach their goal
The death toll will always rise
How will the killing affect my soul?
I will always remember my family for coming home will be my prize
In the sea there is a flood
The flood is full of blood
As the bullets fly across my head
I hope my child is getting ready for bed
My brothers, soldiers are dying all over the place
With artillery shrapnel hitting faces, some die without a trace
But I know one thing that will not die
The Anzac spirit will never die for it’s a pride that will live for eternity
For we are Australian and we always do our best and try
Would we even escape from this war with our sanity?
Of course we will for we work together and live the Anzac legend
We always do our best whether we are walking for the first time or saving lives
The Anzac will never come to an end


Life in the trenches

Lying in the trench, waiting to die
The Germans are gathering weapons and waiting near by.
I don’t know what’s worse, Being killed or waiting to die.
There’s no water left and the soldiers just give a big sigh.
Most soldiers die by getting sick from the dead bodies bacteria.
We take our tablets to fight against malaria.
Men are never comfortable before the fights.
Our beds are just getting filled with termites.
Most of these blokes are under age, Now do they even know why they signed up for?
I would rather be blind then have to see the sights of war.
While we are fighting and dying, I bet kids are just flying their kites.
I know the war will burn out most of these blokes lights.
I wonder how long this war will go for?
I will get nightmares forever with all of this gore.
It’s hard to tell politics from the propaganda.
For medics to help the wounded they must scander.
If only politicians could just get along.
While millions of soldiers are dying, Politicians are just arguing.
But as long as we have our mates we are strong.
There is so much mud in the trenches that when blokes sleep their actually sinking.
There is so much artillery the sky is literally on fire.
Every time we “Go over the top” We just gain a few yards then lose them, and repeats.
I just cant wait to get away from this and retire.
But these images will just keep staying in my head, the war gives loads of treats.
If we refuse to go over the top, commanding officers get the firing squad to shoot us.
They say it is treason, when we are actually the smart ones knowing the line to when its brave or pointless.
They say they are increasing morale and discipline, saying this is a plus.
We just cant get along this is madness!
We try to kill the enemy until the politicians make up, As we live in the trench, trying to survive.


I made both of these poems, both with a meaning. The first one, in my personal opinion is my favourite.
The meaning behind the Anzac spirit is telling what situations our soldiers face and how they cope missing family and friends. It also says that we always do our best no matter what, which we try with a good attitude.
Life in the trench says the living conditions that we live in which we also try to face with a good attitude.
But both poems tell the confusion of war, back then the conscripts and some soldiers, in their heads fought for their familys and trying to survive while all soldiers also fight for their country.

Recruit. Burford