Anzac Day.

It was not clear
Midst sweat and fear
What filthy lies
Rent family ties
Wrenched them away.
To sweat and pray,
Spend futile hours
In shrapnel showers
Midst blood, and cuts,
Hot steel and guts;
And lingering breath,
And hurried death,
The nun that told
Had missiles sold,
And bodies cold
Were burnished gold.
You bloody fools,
You're simply tools,
And soon they'll want
Their purile cant.
Preserve Democracy!
(Uphold snobocracy),
And if you heed
They'll soon you need,
As cannon feed.

D.S.