Sam Rose - Ode

Ode to the red dawn,
That can only mean death,
Ode to those soldiers, who were born,
And drew their last breath.

All in honour for a Nation they thought so great,
Filled with such anger and hate,
For those who tried to overrule,
A Country so powerful yet so small.

Of we fought them, although we were weak,
With limited supplies and food to eat,
Long in battles so horrific and bleak,
On and on we fought them, week on week.

However, we needed help from countries afar,
And with their help we showed them how strong we are,
We shot bullets at them from our guns like bees from a hive,
Ridding ourselves of them in 1945.