The beach of Gallipoli lay starkly at ease,
As if unaware of this First World War.
Here eight thousand men, would soon find peace,
In death, while their countries mourned.
In 1914, only thirteen years young,
The nation, Australia, took arms.
With New Zealand men, the ANZACs were formed.
The Australian New Zealand Army Corps.
Then 25th April in 1915,
After two days delay for the weather,
The ANZAC troops landed, keen for the fight,
But the Turkish were ready to parry.
The Ottomans fervently fought for their land,
For Constantinople was theirs.
While waves of young ANZACs fell band after band,
In blood-soaked grounds and deep trenches.
Eight months of the fighting were finally done,
In December that same year.
The Allies retreated from Gallipoli’s shores,
Where the water could well have been tears.
And ever since then, we stand to recall,
The men and the women at war.
The ones who were lost, and the ones who lost,
Yet bravely and proudly stood tall.
Lest we forget.