Quite a timely post given that it is another ANZAC Day coming up. I guess you could take this one a couple of ways depending on your POV (Point Of View).
started out as a young soldier
Its all in the way they mould ya
You thought they were just playing games
Now you know they had specific aims.
say you are just enforcing the law
But really, you were at war
It all started with basic training
Now you’re into killing and maiming.
used to be all black and white
And the line was held so tight
But the tiger has become toothless
Now you’re just incredibly ruthless.
all the blasts, blood and gore
Around every corner brings you more
All the while throwing grenades and setting C4
Now you’re treating it all like a chore.
There will be no peace
Even though the firing may cease
The battle might well be won
Now a black cloud blocks the sun.
people in uniform
Will march through the perfect storm
They will shake your hand
Now over the ever-shifting sand.
So, what’s with the
spirit of ANZAC
And what pray-tell does it lack
Are you going down the right track
Now propaganda is truth and lies in the same pack.
people might cry and mourn
While the young people die at dawn
Somehow though a new confidence was born
Now people march to remember the war-torn.