Anzac Hills
If you think we should
not be here,
and dare to take a stand.
We’ve heard the call
to remember,
that permeates this land.
But in every town and obelisk,
we’re asked to stay away.
Remembering the forgotten,
is like a crime they say.
To mourn the black fella here,
lost upon this land.
Through genocide
and homicide,
and military plan.
To bring dignity and honour,
in this most sacred space.
Name everything
we took from them,
and look them in the face.
And cast aside
now wondering if we ever will,
Rent our robes in sorrow
upon our Anzac Hills.
We’ll mourn
the unknown soldier,
we’ll strike up every band.
We’ll deck our halls
with poppies,
fashioned from
our very hands.
We’ll teach the young to copy,
the cry ‘Lest We Forget’.
But turn our backs on history,
that we cannot
not speak of yet.
And cast aside now wondering if we ever will,
Rent our robes in sorrow upon our Anzac Hills.
So, bottle up the tears,
You people of the faith.
It seems we are not welcome,
in this most sacred space.
For we must mourn in secret,
our loved ones in the dark.
We call upon
our government
to step up to the mark.
And cast aside the wondering if we ever will,
Rent our robes in sorrow upon our Anzac Hills.
© Hazel Davies 11/11/19
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Together we are apart,
This ANZAC Day.
Eyes wide open,
Ears attuned afresh.
Mouths masked we gasp,
At the enemy in the air and
The enemy within.
Taken! The cry!
Kin and country,
Mowed down!
National wounds
Wring our hands in anguish.
The Sacred is silenced.
Prisoners of war,
Ball and chain,
COVID comrades,
We are all the same!
Courage under fire sparks
Embers of hope.
Go over the top dear friends!
Until the ceasefire.
Spirit of the digger!
Spirit of us!
Soap and suds,
Soap and suds,
Wash our sins away!
Ahh ..now we see!!
Ears attuned afresh.
Mouths masked we gasp,
At the enemy in the air and
The enemy within...
Forgetfulness.
Lest We Forget,
The massacred ones,
Back then...
Black brethren.
Taken! The cry!
Kin and country
Mowed down!
National wounds
Wring our hands in anguish.
The sacred is silenced.
Prisoners of war,
Ball and chain,
COVID comrades now,
We are all the same!
Courage under fire sparks
Embers of hope.
Go over the top dear friends!
Until the ceasefire.
Lest We Forget
The Frontier Wars.
For those who died
On country.
Co Vida…….
For together we live.
Spirit of the digger!
Spirit of the Black Fella!
Spirit of us!
Soap and suds,
Soap and suds,
Wash our sins away!
© Hazel Davies 2020