Blue was the sea in Gallipoli.
Blue as my mother’s eyes,
blue as our comrades cries,
blue as any widow’s sighs.
We feared no colours.
Red was the sand in Gallipoli.
Red as the sun-scorched land,
red as the job’s demand,
red as fighting hand-to-hand.
We feared no colours.
White were their eyes in Gallipoli.
White as a bullets crack,
white as a cloud attack,
white as the dusty track.
We feared no colours.
Black was the hate in Gallipoli.
Black as “hurry up and wait,”
black as Hell’s open gate,
black as soldiers tempting fate.
We feared no colours.
© Shirley-Anne Kennedy 2015
