Lessons

Lessons The compos compels our force and direction. But still we stop where we start. Eternal rotating, repeating mistakes and never learning to part Ignoring the grief in their voices with lessons spoken and taught. Striving for a purpose and reason, ignorant of the fight they fought. The pain the suffering of children, innocent so new and bright Almost becoming an adult and only learning to fight Young blood alive in their veins, it spills to the ground so cold The right to be free is taken with no hope of growing old It’s baleful to know when our spirit is gone, suffering continued again The perpetual pendulum ticking to the beat of a distant drum A hope for the future to understand, we only need to be bold Its up to the individual to start a new belief For the people to gather together in support to stop this eternal grief By Terri Everett In memory of ANZAC