A hundred years ago, they walked away.
They smiled goodbye, we smiled and waved.
How could we know where their fate lay.
So proud to serve, they followed orders,
macho back-slapping excited shoulders,
thousands of potential lambs to slaughter.
Still we send our bravest to answer the call,
counting the cost on Anzac Day with poppy walls.
A hundred years later have we learned at all?
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2015
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