My anzac tribute

The Lucky Land

The soldiers fought and stood tall,
So we could live in freedom,
In the lucky land.

They fought, brave, strong & true,
For me and for you,
Living in safety,
In the lucky land.

They should have returned heroes,
Instead treated like criminals,
Second class citizens,
In the lucky land.

So they turned to drugs,
And drank down their dreams,
Lost souls all alone,
In the lucky land.

I for one think this is wrong,
So I’m gunna stand tall
And fight for their rights
In the lucky land

Anzac Poem

When the war began they were at home working the lands,
But when the call came they were the first to raise their hands.
To fight for their country.
To stand tall,
To try & win the war.

Then one day,
As battle lines when drawn,
A gun rang out in the night
And a boy lost his life.

Many years later,
Many lives lost
We stand to remember,
How they fought for us

Fought for our freedom
Fought for our lives
Fought for our country
Fought so we can stand with pride

They gave their lives so we could live
Yet we act like its nothing to give
Fighting amongst friends
Like mateship means nothing
They mean nothing

Yet they are/were something to someone
A son, a father, a brother, a friend,
As I stand here today my pride knows no end
For lest we forget


(c) Karen Peatt 2009