Anzac Day poem by Iris Carden On Anzac Day we’re urged to remember those who died as a price of war, but spare a thought for those who came back, and continue to pay more and more. At the tomb of a soldier unknown remember the known one too. The one disabled, the one in the psych ward, the street-dweller begging from you. War brings death, we remember, when the Anzac history’s spoken. But please remember, not just the dead, but those who came back broken. They were all young once, with goals and hopes and dreams, They went where they were ordered, no questioning what orders mean. The people who choose what wars to fight are never on the front line. They play with lives and futures and act like that is fine. War should be a last resort, only when all else has failed. A country’s youth is not a resource, that should be cheaply for sale. Surely lives ought not be forsaken to buy vague political points. Sending young people to fight should be done when there’s no other choice.
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So very true, Iris. So grateful for those willing to fight…let us not use them lightly. 💞
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