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THE HOLYOAKE DECISION

Seven men in Parliament's rooms
sent our young men
to inglorious doom.
History does not tell a lie
by expediency though
it's often disguised.

Seven men in Parliament's rooms
recalled with delight
the Anzac's great tunes,
tunes of glory
tunes of the dead
we'll send young men
and never be red.

Seven men in Parliament's rooms
melted the ploughshares
and sharpened the looms,
collectively they sat
and nodded in glee,
bullets for beef
and young lives are free.

No conscience or sorrow
these seven men had,
their decision was hasty
and some will say bad,
no remorse or compassion
from the grey-headed lot,
for misery and bloodshed
they conveniently forgot.

Their memories misled them
and lost in time's span
the sound of keen shrapnel
quite drowned by the bands.
Star-spangled banners
hid the blood on their hands
as obedient men went
to the padi field sands.

John A. Moller
Whiskey Two Company RNZIR

 

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