The Conflict Cometh

(ANZAC POEM)

Bullets fly, people die,
War has come your way
Pick a side, allegiance abide
Will you live or die today?

Crowds protest, battle infests,
Continuum wished the least
Eternal rests, Reaper guests,
A reward for those deceased

Blood spilled, Surrender willed,
Chaos merged with fear
Soldiers killed, Graveyards filled
With those you love so dear