ANZAC POEM
There were people that I saw who were fighting for their country and falling because they got shot.
In the distance I can hear bombs ringing off and loud gun shots from fighting in the distance.
There was a sense coming from my nose because of all the smoke from the bombs and blood from all of the people bleeding
Inside my body I could feel a bullet going through my veins and the ground vibrating.
In my mouth there was dirt and mud when I fell on the ground.
My body felt disgusted from all the bodys on the ground and proud for fighting for my country.
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