The Empire called - we paid the price
For peace. And freedom's lives a nation mourned
for those we left and those returned.
The hard fought Anzac legend born.
One hundred years - died we in vain?
Does Anzac spirit yet remain
where rules the rite of self and greed
no hand of help in time of need
and touched by hatred's evil stain?
We lie beneath the wind's caress
No gumtrees grace nor wattles dress
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