Lest we forget

Lest we forget
We forgot
We forgot
Those that stood up at the Nek
That fell like so much mud and rock
And blood and bones
Light horsemen fallen heavy
The roar of musketry
At dawn
Five thousand bullets per minute
Cut down like grass mown
And we send them now
Those men and boys and women
In another middle-eastern theatre
The script the same
The drones of war

Lest we forgot
At the Anzac Day sales
At the imported biscuits at the checkout
The little flags made in China, or
Those helicopter gunships now over Gallipoli
At Anzac Cove
A hundred years on
To protect those that send them
Lest we remember them

They grew old, as we that are left grew old
Age wearied them, and the years condemned
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
Have we forgotten them?
Lest we forget