ANZAC POEM
gunshots zoom past me narrowly missing my helmet
dead people lie on the ground beneath my big boots
grenades blow up left right and centre boom
sweat drips down my face and into my mouth
I can feel shivers down my spine after seeing my friends die
blood drips down my face from all the dirt
grenades blowing up right in front of me
gunshots as they zoom past me
my teammates getting shot beside me
victory as we get closer and closer to winning
dead people everywhere that were unlucky
blood from the enemies and teammates that have hit
dust from all the grenades blowing up in front of everyone
sweat dripping into my mouth from all the heat
a man that was a hero to us
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