A N Z A C
by Kay P M- Devenish
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
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We didn't ask 'what for?'
we didn't ask 'what for!'
we just charged in loyally
to fight their 'bloody war.'
we were full of fire and grit
when we marched in to fight,
we didn't ask 'what for,' old mate,
we both just yelled 'ALRIGHT!'
The passion of our county burned
for friends who felt war's blow,
so when they needed help from us,
we raised our hands to go,
and though our loved ones cringed in fear,
we never paused to stay,
we were just like heroes mate,
as we both marched... away.
And neither of us wondered
' IF there was ANOTHER way?'
Who were we to question them
(those LEADERS of the day?)
But old mate,
looking back upon your distant grave;
I have to wonder at the cost
so many young men paid.
We didn't ask for 'other ways'
when they asked us 'to fight'
I'm having nightmares of
that battle...every night.
My mates around me blown to bits
they're in my memory,
along with parent's faces filled
We went in unquestioning
and stormed Gallipoli,
and now the war I'm fighting is
inside of me.
I didn't ask 'what for' old mate,
and I returned alone,
perhaps I should
have asked it mate?
(if only I had known.)
That place they sent us to was wrong
(a bungle at its worst,)
like 'lambs to slaughter' lives were gone,
with you, one of the first.
Its Anzac day and I am old
but still I try to march,
no one sees you with me mate
as I hobble past,
but a day has not gone by
that we've been apart,
because I've kept you with me mate,
right here INSIDE my heart.
I 'was lucky' (so they say,)
I survived that war,
but every day since you were killed,
I've asked...'what for?'
I survived to battle on
beyond that Turkish shore
I'm alive but you are gone
and now...THAT is MY war.
I'm standing here at sunrise Mate
on one more Anzac morn,
I listen to a bugle
and through tears see medals worn,
I glimpse the wide-eyed children
as they WONDER at our WAR...
then I feel it mate...the answer:
It was THEM we did it FOR.
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|Reviewed by JMS Bell
|EXCELLENT! ALL POETICAL ASPECTS OF THIS WORK FLOW TOGETHER IN A SMOOTH HEALING 'BALM', WHICH NURTURES THE 'PAINS' OF AN ALLY. VERY SATISFYING POETRY AND ENJOYABLE. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by Rhonda Galizia
|What a powerful and passionate write, Kay!
GOD Bless You.
Love & Hugs, Rhonda
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|And sadly, war and strife continue unabated in this world/life on so many levels. Thank you for sharing this most meaningful write, Kay. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
|We have to stand up for what we believe in life , Kay...
And Patriotism and Freedom are core values of the human race...
Striking and inspiring write..
|Reviewed by Solola Lee (Reader)
|Oh my...not sure what to say on this one, loved the poem...almost made me cry, thx for sharing!!!|
|Reviewed by Amira van Kerk
|Very well written.|
|Reviewed by Sandy Henry
This is a very poignant piece written without a heavy hand. It touched me very much, and I came close to tears a time or two. Very nice poem. Thanks for sharing. sandy
|Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero
|The common denomitor of war is human life. Bottom line. I truly liked your approach to this piece. It is very sensitive, and very emotional. I was touched by it. Thank you.
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Loved your "pack up your toubles in your old kit bag and SMILE!" - jaunty approach to this write, whilst at the same time showing the pain and the reality of the trauma within and tragedy without. Like an iron fist in a velvet glove. Have we forgotten, in this age of star wars, that "jaw-jaw" is better than "war-war" or have we become totally removed from the reality that war costs the innocent lives of both those who die and those who remain? Perhaps in our so-called democracies we need to ask more and be told (what to do) less... actually, we are usually never really told anything anyway!! A poem that is timeless, sadly, and has many, many appropriations. Well done, Kay! Thank you. Kate x|
|Reviewed by ya mama (Reader)
|well done. excellent.|
|Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger
|An absolute very POWERFUL tribute, Poet!!! Well done!!! Bravo!!! Thank you for sharing it.|
|Reviewed by na na (Reader)
|For many in war it is 'the unlucky who survive.' For they have to face the reality of what happened dear Kay. Have to struggle with their conscience and thoughts of right or wrong? Sometimes the final conclusion of their thinking destroys there souls and they walk the street with no will for anything anymore. This is one of the greatest tragedies of life Kay. Hug Bill|
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|Excellent and powerful tribute, this was outstanding! Missed your poetry Kay,
|Reviewed by Steve Ralph
|Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain
|A soulful and beautiful tribute, Kay ... an excellent write! Robert.|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|a most moving tribute!|
|Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson
|WOW......I am almost speechless
this shows and tell much
this is excellent and i don't think i ever heard
a love so deep, true and straight from the soul
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|What a grand write Kay! You have a way of getting
to the nitty gritty,and making us ask along with you what for.
I think it's always love of country and family. I just pray
one day soon war won't be necessary! Splendid poem!
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Powerful and extremely well written!|
|Reviewed by Lori Moore
|Interesting write. I wonder if the enemy was willing to seek alternatives to war too. This is very good.|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
i have missed you and your powerful writes--as this one is
well done--you brought tears to my eyes
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
please read my poem, "What More, What More?"--kinda on the same path
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Excellent tribute Kay!!
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|A magnificent tribute to your gallant soldiers, Kay, and to soldiers everywhere, who gallantly go wherever their leaders send them, and who often have to live with haunting memories of their fallen mates because of it.
And, yes, I believe they truly do all go for 'Love of Country.'
Well Done, Kay!
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Anzac day again? You must have more than one of these down under, as it seems recently there was another...? A fine tribute to any fighting man in any country...good to see you posting, I have missed reading you...Peace thru WHATEVER it takes, Ed & Rufuz|