THE ANZACS'

Maoriland Worker, Volume 12, Issue 299, 22 November 1922, Page 1

THE ANZACS'

Yon soil the honour of the dead, Laying- upon their lips a lie. Not for this cause their blood was shed; To free the Straits they did not die. You lie, you li©> with their dead lips; They did not light to'free the Straits For passage ©f "unarmoured ships" Heaped to the halliards with your hates, Crammed to the hatches with your fear. With shrouds for sheets, with words"'for wind-— ' <*< Grey ships of death, for they who steer Are drunk with blood, and crazed, and blind. You dare exploit heroic deeds— Dare make a trade-mark of a cross; But as you lie, the whole beach bleeds, -3 Prom every dune, and every fosse The dead men rise; the dead men spit Your falsehood forth from lips afire; Their grey lids ope; their eyes are lit * With lightnings of their old desire. And with a smile the dead, lips. say: "We died to set the whole world free From warn; and you, with war, betray The Anzacs of Gallipoli S " • —Ronald Campbell Mac Fie. In the London "Daily Herald."