ANZAC day to me is just memory of what used to be.
The horror of the black and white war, in full colour.
Everyone was involved, black and white, in one terrified nation.
We count the dead, and weep with the living.
Some forgave, but no one ever forgot.
We shall be ever in remembrance of our lost ones faces, tied to them, unable to break free.
We will weep, over long gone family, and yet never say goodbye.
