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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364196" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Broken Heart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I fought for King and country<br>On the battlefields in France <br>I’d volunteered for active service<br>For I saw this as a chance<br>To earn respect from those around me<br>And stare death full in the face<br>Being brave was nothing strange to me<br>And fear is no disgrace<br>I saw the clouds of chlorine rising<br>As we put those gas masks on<br>I saw men torn from their bodies<br>I’ve been deafened by the guns<br>There was mustard gas and shrapnel<br>And more barbed wire than in the bush<br>There was dysentery and typhus<br>And bodies oozing pus<br>That mud clung to your belly<br>And the rats they seemed to thrive<br>On bodies out in no-man’s land<br>Of soldiers not alive<br>My mates - some of them blinded<br>Some of them blown apart<br>And others they just disappeared<br>When the barrages did start<br>Some days, it would fall silent<br>And you could hear the German side<br>I’d guess they would be blokes like us<br>Just trying to survive<br>You’d put your head up in the trenches<br>And the odds were pretty high<br>That a sniper that you couldn’t see<br>Would send you to the sky.<br>Some of us were lucky<br>But so many badly died<br>It didn’t seem like murder<br>More like wilful suicide<br>It was hell there in those trenches<br>There was no glory in that war<br>No victory in battle<br>Just stripped naked and red raw<br>I didn’t go alone you know<br>I’d gone off there with some mates<br>We’d gone to show our bravery<br>And then were told to wait.<br>There was so much bloody paperwork<br>Before we could go to fight<br>They didn’t make it easy<br>Because we were not white<br>I’m back now in Australia<br>Sometimes at night I wake in fear<br>I can hear the guns and all y’know<br>And they still seem very near<br>In the army I was Billy<br>I had a real name<br>Now, once again, I’m just an Abo<br>And my life is much the same<br>The white men, they look down on us<br>Then give our women rum<br>They often take advantage<br>Then threaten us with guns.<br>Man! If I just had my life again<br>And all my mates were here<br>I don’t think I’d fight in that war<br>Nor lose myself in beer.<br>For I thought I’d be respected<br>By the whitefellas and such<br>But now I simply realise<br>We don’t matter very much<br>For the war, they’d made us citizens<br>So we could play our part<br>Now it’s over that’s been taken back<br>And I have a broken heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Keig">David Keig</a><div class=q>
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On the battlefields in France 
I’d volunteered for active service
For I saw this as a chance
To earn respect from those around me
And stare death full in the face
Being brave was nothing strange to me
And fear is no..."></div>
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